Why does it have to be this way?
Why is she drifting from me?
This woman who I love so much
Is changing.
She is not the woman I knew,
She lives in a confined world,
A world of her own thoughts.
Those thoughts creating contexts,
Contexts that bear no relation to reality.
I try to make her see
But she is so convinced she is right.
So I just accept her way,
She will soon forget,
Until another context forms
In her much confused mind.