cydniey's podcast

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if you knew, what would it be to you?

It’s almost too 2D for me, my man . . .
This thing we have instead of conversation

I can sense but can't quite hold that hint
To a question backed by vague fear . . .

But I've got a great grip on the mind-closing
Accusation of weary disappointment.

When do you know that you're going the wrong way
When you've got tunnel vision?

I am not what you thought.
Your assumptions were dead wrong.

You could make a beautiful mistake
You could shut up and listen to all that I say
Because even if I tell it all it will never be enough.
I am different than you made my vision
And I am better, if well hidden and
Anything that really matters I will never tell you.
You will know because you can't help it
And they don't mind it, the ones who've stayed.

Ready made and ready to go -
Looking for the complete package
A fantasy all prepared for you
Without effort or growth from either . . .

I’m not done yet, never plan to be
But I recognize what I don't understand

I gravitate toward it and give myself to it
I take from it all it will give and I never accuse.

I think to myself that the true persevere
And it's better to bleed when the wound is still small.

I will mislead you if you bother to ask,
I will endeavor to chase you away.
I will play all the games up front and
I promise to get it all over then just to see
Whose still standing, waiting, yearning
And then, my friend, I will give up my soul
To be your best resource for those secret things
You have never admitted to wanting.