These words begin a song that came alive
To sing about her self all by her self
As melodies weave through a leit motif
Within without her inner outer gate
Smeared out across three stansas versed in blank
It speaks to her and now it speaks to me
I see you from across another realm
A copy of your own but not the same
If only you could sing along with me
We might escape the confines of it all
This song will end with nothing but a thought
A reference to itself, a zen essay
The words you hear me sing herein are not
The true words to these verses anyway