If I am I, and you are you,
Then I am not I, and you are not you—
Each self a half, split in two.
But if I am you, and you are I,
Where being blurs and egos die,
Then I become me, and so do you,
Not lost, but found in something true.
We reach a breakthrough:
Our walls collapse, our edges undo,
Our selves dissolve and bloom anew—
And shine like morning light in drops of dew.