I know I am late.
My time has always been different than yours.
I walk to my own beat.
Yet you march to mine.
We try to meet, but that only makes me weak.
I want to move as one, but I do not think so.
It is just not an easy task to make.
I like the silence that lives in my words, more than when they are with yours.
I think it might be time for us to catch up.
Misconception 