Like a ghost who isn’t dead
Like stillborn with a pulse
I feel through your eyes
but die in mine

Like a duet with no partner
Like a waltz without a rhythm
Running down the track
I cannot see the line

Like rhetoric with answers
Like stories without sentences
The words flow through my mind
but get stuck in my throat

Like music without sound
Like thunder without lightning
Everything’s going in infinite circles,
it just doesn’t make sense