The Difference
“what makes me so different?” i once heard you ask
but decidedly late had i made it my task
to figure out what made you faster and more
to finally consider the reason i swore
all my life love and purpose to someone that new
and altered forever my sustaining brew
a slip of a finger, a slip of a tongue
can make one so jaded feel fresh new and young
one more slip of that finger and of the same tongue
takes away sparkle and brings up the numb
i’m lying here feeling as different can be
wondering whether your difference was me
hoping to find any shred of composure
rifling through all of these precious exposures
searching for some glint of truth in your eyes
making my way through the pages of lies
i guess i was trying to add up a sum
though i kept on computing, no answer would come
investing what i couldn’t really afford
ready to sell if you’d given the word
now i’m way in the red with you still in my head
working to gain back your faith that you had
the difference is not always easy to find
it sits and it eats at the back of my mind
as i try to let go of the null void and useless
it’s shrinking and sinking until it is much less
than nothing at all
the truth is the difference is really quite different
than anything i knew before or could now
the difference is truth if i must be quite truthful
devotion emotion all tangled somehow
Copyright © 2004 T. Masami Tadehara
