At least. At Last. You know.

I need a new way to speak.
My words get jumbled,
Like a mumbling mad man.
 

I need for you to read,
My mind.
My body.
My soul.

If nothing else, just read.
And explain to me in layman’s,
What you find with this hide and go seek.
 

Results won’t be final, but it’s fine.  
And your judgments are all approved of,
But only by the blind.

Catch on later on that you were wrong about this one.
But it’s too late now, because they’re too far gone.
So you tell yourself it’s time, to just move on.
Associate, only with, those who would agree.
Taking advantage because, they don’t really know me.

Like I know you.
Like you know me.
Becuse we’re supposed to.
 

It’s the only thing that’s still true.
And at least.
At last.
You know.