And all like water flowing from a fountain were the words I spoke to You
Not stately nor eloquent, but blunt and plain,
Why are my 'yous' always a blank space, a random face,
Still I speak to whoever 'You' are because You are my only company
And I would be lost, a lunatic contracted in my own mind if not for You
I am ever so confused on this matter pertaining to You
Because I am you,
And You, I