Tell me,
Tell me who you are, and what you came to do,
Tell me what it is to love like I did you,
Tell me what it is for you to not feel the same,
Tell me what it is for a division to bring no pain,
I cannot wrap my mind around the concept of understanding,
Which is, in and of itself, a paradox,
Though, the thoughts which keep me awake at night aren't those of dreams or paradoxes,
They're of wonder, and lust, my interpretation of "just",
But tell me,
Tell me now,
What is it like to have two personalities?
I know, because I do,
But putting it into words would be impossible,
Why is it that Jekyll doesn't Hyde?
Tell me here, in this wonderous space,
What is it?
What is it that brought us here?