I don't know what it's like.
maybe I haven't a clue as to what
you chew and what poison you've
experienced or what
your fragile mind has
been through to make it so
'uneven' as you say.
but I know what something is like.
I know what I am like and I know what
I perceive of you and what I perceive of everything
and I know that I've had a bad meal in between all
of it, in between the everything that
I know something.
I have something, I am