You don’t claim fame
nor knowledge
but unwillingly you became
a teacher, my own prophet
shearing your pain
as ultimate wisdom.
Uselessly, I tried
to catch the feel of you
to armor it with words
and they shine brightly, bur needlessly.
The only true word, I know
will stray, and stay
unspoken.
The truth I will deny
but still cling to what can not be real
like a zealot clinched with the truth
oh, let it slip away
slip away, slip away
the word saying in the language of this world
how I live far beyond sanity.
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