Symmerty

Timid children we chase our selves
each other's last image of mystery
longing beyond the face that tells
everything has a cruel symmetry.
Overcome in uneasy comfort come
a dancing fencer through my shell
though fearing the hope to succumb.
Everything has cruel symmetry.

Trapped in the conflict of allure,
fighting the fear that strikes me dumb
certain that I shall be unsure
I chase an image, overcome
by your last image of mystery;
everything has a cruel symmetry.