You aren't the moon to my sun
Nor the sun to my moon
But you are human to me
And I am human to you
Neither of us are what we seem
But we are real beyond a dream.
In darkness swells the great recess
Of mind and thoughts thought in excess
One even, both odd and sometimes askew
Being everything and nothing is all we can do.
Do not fret over lack of rest
Or else you might miss what is truly best
For you, for him, and even her
Sometimes a *** is best left unstirred
But lest our chase is ever forgot
We will always remember what our hearts once sought.