How could I be so completely wrong? A lifetime away from any discernible mark? Every unannounced nuance that hit so hard, so deep Something pretended, imagined, illusioned, wanted Something only real when I sleep   There truly was no deciphering There was no puzzle to crack But a combination of looks, thoughts, breathless whispers and moans Led me down this miscalculated track   A compass? To navigate? Sure, but intellectually, it points to the exact same spot A misunderstanding of these misplaced coordinates For a destination that it was not