Look to | look away

The sun is the translator
So that you know what I’m saying
Fluid, you won’t notice
Hell, I probably won’t either
I can shake your hand now
I can help you with your work
I can drive a car
Turn a screwdriver
Shout you lunch

Me in my private time
And there will be no translation
It’s not your flavour so I don’t offer
Greedily keeping it to myself
We keep different company here
And they don’t like you very much
I’ve tried to sell them the idea
Some sneer, some wave a fist and argue
Most are like me
So they stare and are afraid
Cautious
Paranoid and disciplined
Neutrality is their power
Dialects I could never teach you in a thousand lifetimes
I look at my hands
Two ghosts of their own
And how they catch the light

You talk about love like it’s a word you’re comfortable with
Just a word – love
When I blink and think of you I realise
I’m disappointed
You don’t measure up
Not by half
Insane is enough for one and flavour full
I don’t want you in these parts
I’ll never explain it to you
Even if you ask
What do you think you’ve ever done to earn this
This thing that is mine
This holy language
A very secret and hidden treasure
No
You’re not good enough at all