2011 - Day 292

Each time you move to the left
I do the opposite,
As if we exist in perpendicular worlds.
The truth is,
I'm your reflection,
A sentient being if you don't mind,
Designed without purpose
Destined for greatness.
Move with me, as I you,
To the dance of un-time,
Till we meet in the middle,
You as me
And I as you,
Forever
And never again.