i smile at the thought,
i'm in two places at one time.
could you take away the destiny,
the sense, the logic, the need
what would you be left with?
just you, just me.
what would lie there, on the floor,
broken and bitter,
stepped over for the door?
the feel of steam confusing my senses
everything has a parallel,
but above all, my dear,
everything has a negation
so i'll wait for you to tear me down
if that's all right,
i'll be torn down.