Speak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.
.
Listen to the other one so I may find that which was lost in thought and broken down with time.
.
The mind space which was shared is withered and broken.
.
The time space which has lived now casts shadows and has taken
Me
.
It makes little sense to others
and less sense to us
yet as we are one
leave chance to none but both
.
riddles and
rhymes
chances and
times
.
Paths that wind
broken vision
shattered times
all lead to nothing
.
so nothing we shall lead
endless
turns
and wheels of endless turns
make little sense to
Us
.
Speak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.