Hello darling, have you seen the light lately?

It appears to be so bright beneath my eyes.

When I open them, it seems to disappear.

Have I been infiltrated from my insides?

Now I witness, your face against the window pane.

All of this is moisture collecting in your crevices,

Casting out a flooding glare like its redemption;

Have I informed you of this deception?

They are claiming that now before my eyes,

I take a dive into my future.

But this cacophony simply can not belong to me,

If only because it doesn't seem right at this second.

Am I to be vain to this looking glass?

Because of the visage that does pass.

I know it simply cannot be;

There isn't a you without a me.

Now my love, do you hear the whispers?

All the others say the voices are schizophrenia.

The hallucinations, they chock up to the drugs.

Can I put symptoms down as love?

With this regiment they fill out all the reasons.

Some are accused of split personalities.

But through my own self-diagnosed prognosis;

I have determined all my symptoms stem from one tree.

With it's branching, might and cavorting;

It covers my entire world in its leaves.

Ever changing, I am fleeting from its subtle mind.

Darling you're the reason my mental state is behind.

Am I to be vain to this looking glass?
Because of the visage that does pass.

I know it simply cannot be;

There isn't a you without a me.