A poem.

  -Over Under-   Now there you go standing on the outside still trying to find me but here I am im waiting in the middle seems like you've been blinded  I cant get you're attention We play this game in a house of mirrors I cant seem to reach you but there you are if only for a minute but somehow I lose you do you even see me You're upside down im right side up what does it mean why cant we find eachother somewhere in between And that's when I often wonder why you and i go over under but never in a straigt line and never at the same time when all we wanna do is just get it right to make it through over me under you