Understanding’s such a fickle thing
That, even with all facts declared
Sometimes stronger minds are still afloat
And none involved’s feelings are spared.

So long as you’ve stated facts
And logic’s on your side
Little matter how I feel
Go on, stroke your pride.

Defend your stance!
I mean, you’re right.
Surely, I see that clear.
Flit away
Your conscience free
Have a good one, my dear.

“I think your thoughts ridiculous
It really does astound
How a bright girl, so strong, so sweet
Can get SO turned around.

Sound thinking sure has failed you now
And time will muddle through
All the items I’ve no time for.
Ick. Somewhere in that puddle is you.”

Well, yes, that’s fair, I will accept
That tears come through unbid.
That even in my explaining
I feel like a foolish kid.

But I explain, and try to show
That my reality is not yours
And it hurts, it really scars
That they’re considered a chore.

I didn’t ask. You signed right up
Though signs before forebode
That a good cook, and laundress
Does not quite make a home.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing.
Words come until blue in the face
Sometimes the clock can work wonders
Sometimes time does not erase.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing
It delights in perplexing.
It blinds the keen with simple words
To show it’s muscle flexing.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing.
It woos with verses short
It invites, gently, sarcasm
As a ready, sharp retort.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing
Sometimes it’s never found
And when the fickle gets the nod
There is no common ground.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing.
A fickle, fickle master.
If you reach too hard to grasp
You never get what you’re after.

Understanding’s such a fickle thing.
It’s such a fickle thing.