Out of time

You spend all your time
telling me what you are or are not
and what you do or do not believe in
and how we should make the world a better place
(it seems it would be okay if everyone believed in the same things you do)

and I spend my time wondering if I care
and whether I am happy
and what Brad Pitt looks like naked,
and how they invented those dusters that collect the dust
and whether the change to B.S.T. confuses people in comas,
(because of visitors and the like)

so, all in all,
I don't think we're that well suited.