Like a wheel within a wheel, sparks, I feel A grating friction between us Metal needs metal and wood needs wood It's an addiction between us Like two hands of a clock that cross, don't stop The time is wasted between us Minute by minute with less and less in it 'Til there is nothing between us And though the void will swallow me, I must Plunge into the empty well that waters us Will I fall or just dissolve, a bit of dust? Am I asking for too much?
Like two rolls of the dice that yield the same total twice There is no difference between us With the throw always loaded and the corners eroded No contest between us Like a hall full of mirrors reflects us embarrassed It's just ourselves in between us Or like a crack in the mirror, one never repairs So much bad luck flows between us And though the mirror follows me, I must Try to smash the wall of glass that splinters us Is it blood that stains my hand, or is it just That I'm keeping you in touch? Am I asking for too much? Did the mirror call my bluff?
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