To be different is to be alone.
We live in the folds of
Closed doors against open windows

We then can hear the treble of
A voice against each other
United in loneliness
Divided in an instant click, a shut off with headphones

But I dont hesitate. I stand
Even sometimes sit up
Think and smile for every word
I start to
Say
Speak
Whispering with a force
Like a needle ***** to the forehead which is the focus on us all
My mind cries then the tears flow
Into the heart
I then help tear down walls
They have built
Against the colors, noise and difference
Of the world. With an effort of words.

I open my eyes
They have left again
Perharps, to be alone is to be different.

I have all the reasons to believe,
All the evidence to give,
That Faith of all after Eve,
Came to my soul to live,
To hold my hand to the wedding eve.

A women from  another mother,
Assumes her class for this poor thing,
Whose several proposals have yielded nothing,
Perharps for poor presentation,
And presumably doubts of my being.

The pics you sent me the other time,
I find my eyes gazing at them more often,
Whenever you call or I do,
Learns soul and body gets alert,
******* not to forget.

How you start a conversation,
Always with a calm noncholant voice,
Makes my thalamus restructure its pitch,
Just to make my vocals present a fair draft,
All in a bid to impress my one in a million.

That birthday surprise,
Left me mouth agape,
The concern and commitment   in your voice,
Have made me harden my stand,
And declare a love sentence .

The later promise,
To me equals a nightmare ,
Like a Christian to rapture tale,
My being awaits affirmation,
Of your mouth watering promises.

I love it when you say,
"Omi chonjo"
Its a reassurance,
That liberates my heart ,
From fear of losing its queen.

I never knew you then
I never knew you now
And
I will never know you
Till the trees have shed the last of their leaves
And the stars burst one by one
And the earth heals over again
But I think that is the point

Lets take a trip to the past,
At a point in our lives where we were cast upon,
An enchanting and mesmerising spell,
By now,i am sure you can tell

A dimension in our time in this universe,
In which we could be free, no responsibilities,
An absence of the curse of maturity
That we have all been afflicted by,
But perhaps, we should try
To be more enthusiastic, a bit more jovial,
As we bid our childhood goodbye and put on a mask of righteousness, oh how we fell

Do what is necessary, do what is possible,
They say that is the defination of impossible,
But the child inside only has but one request,
To embrace enjoying life, cessating seriousness,
To not be a workaholic, or an alcoholic under stress,
But to see all with the eyes of an adolescent, perharps that is truly is for the best,
I guess the impossible lies in never saying goodbye to your inner child.