Misunderstood

What if
What was red to me
wasn't red to you?
You saw a color that looked more like my blue?
But how could we test it?
How could we tell?
That what is obviously my world
Would be misunderstood so well
If you poked around in my head
Looked through my eyes
And noticed that, instead
of black being what you thought
Through my eyes it is not
There's no way to truly prove or guess
That what you see and I see
Converge without some sort of mess
Of judgment

For Now

On my mind
Life is not so easy to spread among friends on a verbal sandwich
Or drip casually into the collective bucket
Mine
And they possess their own living.
Unasked, untold - I'll ease myself sideways through comfort functions
My profile is pleasing angled this way, no?
Just HA
LF
of my face, but enough for now
For now
I'm fine, how are you?
That's all
Tell us about weekend-and-laughter touches
It's all we need to hear, here
Until the end
My anxious is bearable
Waiting and made busy
Except for the timing of oddness
When the swish and swirl of familiar colors is dizzying
All that can be done then
Must be done alone.
Run out the spell into subsiding