all the words in the world seem elusive

and i wish english was my mother tongue

or my language yours, so that i could yell and

you'd understand what i said, despite, but

you don't and it has nothing to do with language,

i think, and we talk and we talk at each other and

i'm as frustrated as the concrete with which

i want to pound my reason into your head if

only i could lift this building, but i cannot,

it keeps dodging me and i hate that so much