I've become wrapped up in the way my mind
ticks (which may or may not be self-centred).
Always talking about myself, the centre
of attention in my words but mind,
I am trying to find a ground common
to the people I know, and to think
of finding some connection; think
that we may find not only a language in common
but maybe I'll find I'm not so different
from the people I don't understand.
It's difficult to try and take right meaning
when heart and mind proclaim their difference
(and heaven knows I don't understand).
Oh, how do my words disguise my meaning . . .