Split Minded World

Signals seem to float my way;
is my case so very plain?

I try not to make it all I am
and yet it seems to sing.

Everywhere I go it's as if
the boys and girls alike
are just interested
in the same thing,
so what makes them
so very different to me?

He holds his crotch and then
puts his fingers to his kissing lips,
and she takes her split fingers
from her open mouth and holds
them to her crotch, just the same.

Whenever will who I am
be more important than
what I have to give?

What is this that makes me
so invisible when I'm right here?

I'm sure that there are those
who dream of looking
from this side of my eyes,
but if they were to really look,
it might be all the same
if they are invisible
from the beginning
and the day is a night
that never rises.

runningturtle87