From the way you describe it,

You learn to think the way they do.

Dark, bright, happy, sad, it feels like a hit,

To the way they write about the wind to the way the cows moo.

I don’t know what you mean by that,

But now I have to analyze it.

The crow speaks, but what dances? The hat?

The message is there, but the candle of my brain hasn’t lit.

Thoughts to words, all but me,

Intricate vocabulary flies through my head

Stuck on the thy, thine, and thee.

I’ve discovered how to change what’s being said

Your feelings give you words,

And you make the meaning blurred.