Entwined in the heart are I and You. Let us lock them up in the closet today and watch her, him and them.
Let us talk about lazy crows, dead fish, a wet metro or hustling bazaar.
I for once (err, I was to put in the s(h)elf) will choose that hawker boy who sells roses and buys his dreams, We buy dreams and sail our romance - We complement them.
Then you for twice can select your prey in the old age homes. Look, there in the balcony, that sorry old lady. We are together, still counting stars They are so alone and tired of stars - They contradict us.
In this com-n-con game, we watch as I and you come out of locked worlds and mix in the crowd of her, him and them.
They say, "its an illusion that you are different. We have but one life"
