I view you
as words
many people think they’ve interpreted correctly
so they speak of you as if they truly have
there all the bad sounds go
and meet with all the wrong meanings
as poems
everyone has dissected to find
too little meaning and too shallow depth
as paintings
they admire the colors and representations
on lucky times the story behind that
underwent too many unwily guesses
and end up a wrong conclusion
as songs
sung at the highest pitch then the lowest one
that they don’t go with the melody for which they’re meant to blend with

I view myself
as the author, the poet, the painter, the composer
for I like to think I know you
as if I shaped you
that I give the right background story
I can define then undefine you
and know exactly where you’ll be
everywhere you’ve ever been to
and all you have become
that only I can understand you
the way you want to be understood