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Somedays

How do you see the world?

How do you see others?

How do you see me?

Somedays you must feel like you are at the Mad Hatter’s tea party

Me saying the strangest things, telling you up is red and the number 5 is west

When I ask you to sew

 

Somedays you must feel like you are on Jupiter

The gravity so massive and safety is across the galaxy

When I ask you how your weekend was

 

Somedays you must feel like a helium filled birthday balloon

If you let go you might never come back down to earth

When you finish your project

 

Somedays you must feel like you are in calculus III knowing only addition

Nothing makes sense, the words too complex and crying should be the solution

When I say we should compromise

 

Somedays you must feel like me, just normal

but I might

maybe never

ever be able to understand how you feel and see the world

But I know that I will always try

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