What do I do about you
You, the one who  catches me off guard at every opportunity
And every time you give me the option of making a move I sit like a stool
You, the soul that I feel wired too, connecting through the dimensions, to comprehend the thoughtful demons, who
Command times true demise, you
The being who can see
I am not you
But part of me can be
If it is you
That sees what I see
In me and you
There is a bridge between