The one who's straying

Here I am believing you understand me,

but nothing could be further from the truth,

here I am thinking you grasp my intricacy,

oh the lies we tell ourselves in our mental booth,

You and I are worlds apart,

nothing similar about our entities,

You are the donkey, I am the cart,

brought together by extremities.

So we trudge on,

pretending we are meant to always confide in each other,

pretending without each other we are forlorn,

yet we are like soap lather,

we foam when in contact with water,

it's the pressure that makes us come alive,

soon pleasure checks in sweet like butter,

and you forget the spare consoling time that for you I have to hive.

No let's keep this pretence going,

I really can't stand the real you,

Let this river keep flowing,

I have no time to teach about real value,

Someday when you've done your growing,

you'll realize them fancy acquintances were never true,

but i won't be here showing,

affection endlessly lest my strength you miscontrue

You won't get a word I'm saying,

It don't matter anyway,

I'm the one who's straying, 

from this facade that I've chosen to betray,

Life has a way of delaying,

lessons if you're not ready to listen when it does convey,

Ignorance has a way of baying,

for your blood when with treasure you choose to play.