Misreading you

Misreading you
So much to say 
on everything you didn't mean. 

And yet you take it anyway!
And run with it, 
with glee obscene. 

It seems a fair fun game to you, 
with whim and fancy playing catch 
- your realist throws all missed 
by me. I'm chasing after phantom 
snatch! From empty air! I grasp
by hand - and pivot now, triumphantly!
And juggling one too many balls,

the other dropped and lost.
The one you truly threw, 
in such good cause. We'll see 

that as we run, it starts to be 
a truer thing, not wrong. Because
you play, you catch, you act 
as if you were that all along:

Becoming you-I-see. 
It was a trap.