Reading minds is a skill
that I can’t fulfill
For me it’s a favor
others believe it’s a sore
In a crystal ball
I see nothing at all
I don’t care a bit
others seem to hate it
Sometimes I understand half word
but it doesn’t make me psychic
but mostly I’m distracted by noise
Speaking normal is my first choice
Mirror, mirror in front of my nose
I’m like everyone, I suppose
communication can be harder than the heaviest stone
because in our minds we’re all alone
