No matter how fast or slow I run
Or for that matter where I hide
I remain me and what I am
In who I am and must confide
Believe me I understand your grief
I know it only too well
But your pain I cannot feel
And thankfully that’s just as well
For there is no way I can help with your anguish
As equally you cannot help me with mine
So, just as yours continues as yours
Eternally, mine remains mine

I neither ask nor expect forgiveness
Nor is it ever dispensed by me
Forgiveness implies a transgression
Or a misunderstanding between we
The derivative of an absolute position
A rule crystallised of a moral code
Each of us is a separate universe
Whose laws have been bestowed
From the big bang onwards
And modified as time evolved
We are both real and relative(s)
Our free will, nothing more than the proportionate weightings of the myriad nodes involved

I may appear Indifferent or madly keen
More often somewhere in between
Rarely has this anything to do with you
Much more likely the flu
My sorrow wells from a different source
Churned up by an extremely well worn course
Ones which I am forced to hide
Still sloping around against my inside
Feelings and thoughts I dare not express
For they evoke only jealousy and pain
Rather I will swallow my anguish
And contend the best way I can

Regurgitating pain will neither divide nor reduce it
By infecting others we only multiply the risk of our own reinfection
With only a limited number of antibodies
And a pennyweight’s difference in the see-saw perspective of life
I am left to review
Some way to get me through
Tomorrow lies in a mould
While yesterday ‘s gel has set
Now - to preserve my existence
I am compelled to act
As the playwright to set the scene
And as the thespian to play the role