I kindly shake a hand that touches a thousand hands
And carry on a sense that found me here and now
A close knit connection that envelops your demands
I nod and beg and plead but I’m left wondering how

Someone can say something so bold
and imprint their face like a mold
into the cake that creates my mind.

Then they drift on their way out
or they’ll drift their way back in.
And in between not tell you what they’ve seen.
You’re not allowed to ask why, or even
wonder if they’ll remember what to believe in.

You’re helpless to their whims

But to you it’s just air that bends