I look in crannies, and in nooks,
I check in drawers, and in hooks,
see for myself, behind the big drapes,
in boxes of all sizes, and all shapes
I wonder what I look for though,
Was it a friend, or a foe?
Or maybe, it was both yin and yang,
and then I remember, with a sharp pang
It is no thing, it has no name,
it is different from me, yet somehow same,
Right becomes left, and left is right,
with it, in the end, I have to fight
It pulls me down, takes me high,
But it cannot hide, it cannot lie,
the world, can, become obsolete,
As long as, its eyes, I can meet
It is after all, myself in the mirror,
Lost and found, both together,
I for her, and she for me,
Competitors, supporters, remain we.
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