An Oh-so-long Story of Two Poor Things

Oh, that's a long story
Let's get a sit, shall we?


There was this thing
And there was this other one
Unaware of each other


They were put together somehow
By force, probably
Or not


But, at the end, it just couldn't be
So they were put apart
And that worked well


You see, those poor things
Got used to being together by force
And somehow they managed
To pretend they were side by side
(Head inside head, most probably)


They were two talking minds by then
One inside the other
And finally being just one


What a mess it was
A mess indeed!
The two things must be two!
Not just one, certainly


That's outrageous! (Someone yelled)
That was, yeah
The one thing became two again
Naturally...


Naturally?


But then, I told you
Those poor things...


There was this number, you see?
And there was a new one
And they were switched, to dreams
Both things became just one again
Mind to mind


The sad thing is
It was filled with joy
Just to be ripped apart...


...Ah, but they're doing just fine now...


If "fine" means dying on the inside.