Boy,I was, sitting in the dark,sad,
Few friends arrived,danced,mad!

I was going through my books
Trying to keep my mind busy
When I suddenly felt a finger tap my back
Saying I seem uneasy

At first I was frightened
And then enlightened
Standing in front of me
Was me
My soul in perfect harmony

As calm as ever
I knew he was clever
And down came the raging reality

Synchronized was he and me
Through each others eyes we could see
I knew I needed to be
The fighter for him and me
If we were to survive
We needed to keep each other alive

Split yourself in two
Then say I love you

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,