Thursday, 15 September 2016

Life Has Always Been a Mystery to Me- the musings of an autistic man

I've tried counting stars but I'd need a tape measure.
If I had a friend, we would count them together
but people cross their words, always disagree.
People have always been a mystery to me.

Summer comes by later with each passing year.
Some yesterdays are distant, and others too near.
They say that time flies, and yet nothing is free.
Time has always been a mystery to me.

Put explanations together, pull them apart.
I'd like to know why but wouldn't know where to start.
With cause and effect, two plus two equals three.
Reasons have always been a mystery to me.

At Catholic school, I talked to him but he wouldn't speak.
Finding strength in blind believing just makes you weak.
I could never have faith in that which I can't see.
God has always been a mystery to me.

The moment you cross your heart, all hope has died.
If you can't deliver, does it not matter that you tried?
I learnt when I was very young to trust nobody.
Promises have always been a mystery to me.

There are secrets that hide behind other people's eyes.
Their voices sound truthful, even when they tell lies.
From what I've seen of love, it's nowhere I'd want to be.
Love has always been a mystery to me.