This one's for the Queen of Limbo
caught in between a "yes" and a "no."
Why are you so ill-defined?
What's mine is yours if you were mine.
Tell me something I don't know;
plant your seeds, then watch them grow.

While you're young, your mind's alive
and as you age you watch it die.
This is what I've got for you,
all the ways to make it through.
Is it Truth that we exist
as not a thing that's more than this?

I can see it in your eyes --
your fate and mine are intertwined.