Staring at my ceiling,
I can&#39;t help but listen to my feelings.
But there are no thoughts
Its like I have no parts.

But you belong to me!
I shouldn&#39;t need a key!
My possession is you my dear thoughts and feelings.

If here, why do I not understand?
Do you want us to disband?
If you&#39;re me,
and I&#39;m you.

Why do we not speak the same language?
Do I lack the knowledge?
Not taking me for worthy?
Oh, I beg you to have mercy.

But you&#39;re me,
and I&#39;m you.
So, I should be merciful with myself
Umtil I have mastered my own spell.