Poem: You ask me and I cannot answer

You ask me and I cannot answer

I do not know at all.
I haven't remembered
the exact cause,
the thoughts that were there.
It doesn't matter to me, 
is the truth.  It matters to you,
though, that I can explain.
You think you know, I am sure,
and want your intuition reinforced.
I wish you would not play those games,
but I can't tell you that.  It is so human.
I do wish you would not judge or presume.
There are many things that come out.
It is not always real or exact,
that is not always the intention, 
even if I want to be true and honest.
There is sometimes more to it.
Not everything is reflected in the record.

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