This is the poem we live in
It's you, and yet it's me.
It's nothing, it's everything.
It's what you've always wanted,
And sometimes everything I hate
Sometimes it is perfectly right for us,
Yet entirely wrong for the both.
The world is spinning inside out,
I'm standing on my head.
As you close your eyes,
You see everything clearly.
I stop listening,
And I begin to hear.
We die, and we begin to breathe.
It makes less sense the more it's explained.
This is the poem we live in,
Together, always apart.
-Sarah Patten