These are my words,
I take them from no one
but the way I express myself
is freakishly identical to the way
you express yourself
the question why burns fresh in my mind
but I don't know the answer
and I despise the ongoing guessing game that I'm seduced to play
just to find the answer
give me a mirror
and you take one too
look into it deeply
and find an answer in your soul...
this is your poem
written in my words
expressed from my side of this thing called life
in which all we have
is wishful thinking
your poem,
my words.
final round
