It’s like a relationship.
A very dysfunctional one at that.
You don’t get me, I don’t get you.
Still we slowly try to amend our differences.
I by reading you and learning.
You by being well you
And hiding secrets I don’t know
But yet we work together hand in hand.
To save our relationship from the failure.
You’ll never understand me l I’ll never understand you
Eleven years we’ve worked
At finding out the truth.
We shall work a couple of years more.
And maybe our efforts will bear fruit.