You are the thing
Which is not a thing-
Yet the only thing that is.
And I - a tiny thunderstorm -
with no regard for this.

You are the man
Who is not a man,
And the only one who is.
And I - an angry child -
I am oblivious.

                                                          Without you I am nothing,
                                                          and still I continue to run;
                                                          wreaking havoc as I go.
                                                          Bruising everyone.
                                                          At times it would seem
                                                          I am determined to be nothing.
You are the friend
Who is not a friend,
But the only friend that is.
And I - a tired fugitive -
Undesperate to resist.