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
It makes little sense to others
and less sense to us
yet as we are one
leave chance to none but both
Paths that wind
all lead to nothing
so nothing we shall lead
and wheels of endless turns
make little sense to
Speak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.