Broken Dictionaries

3/08 If you don't know, I can't explain it any further. You can't understand.

I don't want to turn my head
to turn my thoughts.
I don't want what you want
for what we have or have not got.
In this reality
we're realists
and anything more
is gravy bullshit.

         Measure twice, cut once.
          It's a simple outcome.
         Pleasure twice, cut once.
         Over and done with
                    and nothing more to come.

These words aren't making
defining pits of sense
and these worlds aren't grading
anything we could
          put to test
         or lay to rest
         or leave to trust
         what's left to rust.
To rust. Trust.
Trust. To rust
         and not lie to you
         nor confide in you.
         What defines me is
         what confines you.

         Measure twice, cut once.
          It's a simple outcome.
         Never twice, not once.
         Over and done with
                    and nothing more to come.

Hear me out
for what you fail
to understand.
It will never be real.
Hear me out...           loud and clear
hear me out...           hear me out
hear me out...           hear me out
whatever's in your books,
         I'm not what you'll understand...
         I'm not what you'll understand.