Only tine might tell what still remains unseen As my defenses become fences Stumbling in out of memories past and future Finding ways to confront the Diseaded fractions of the life you infected Recovery suffocates me Bending my previously gifted sensory perception You and me What did that mean? I tried hard to master your language but Could inly manage colloquial isms and schims It's in my mind i find you laughing at me Taking pleasure in extolling the virtues of your bountiful life I find it hard to even contemplate you being happy Not because of the dread feeling of comparing my life to yours But because instinctively I love and hate you from every direction In the end there will be no end just open-ended suggestion Right now I'm only here To administer the correction