You see my thoughts as I do.
And before I get a chance to shout them to the world,
there you are, beating my declaration,
claiming your own.

Your eyes see right through me,
to the brick lain so heavily in cement.
Your breath is a tornado.
Your gaze is its storm.

Just as I’m beginning to think I have some grip on this world,
that I can make a difference,
that my life is a significant, precious jewel
so rare that even the richest of men wouldn’t waste me…
I see you again.
And I see a man so in tune with his talents,
yet so lost in them.
And everything else.

Stop reading my mind.
Stop understanding me.
Stop knowing me.

Because you don’t know me.
I convince myself of this over and over
until the words in my brain are moving so fast
that even I get dizzy
and must rest my weary eyes
‘til the morning sun evaporates every leftover
drop of dew that may have tainted my soil.

Until the clouds come again, my friend,
I have conquered my soul.