
My worlds clashed and I found myself alone.
I mean, alone with you in me.
I wasn’t wrong, that’s what it seems.
I can be two in one.
Actually three.
And when the right pushes the left away,
It’s only beauty up in here.
It’s a moving photograph.
It’s a word.
It’s us and you.
It’s us.
Are you coming back?
Are you coming back for me?
My right side sees it
My left knows it
And I keep on clashing
The three of us.





