Embracing the Twin Spirits

We move like amoebas
Mimicking the lava lamp nearby
Or cataracts hiding within the naked eye
Ruled by Mercury
But tonight, I turn quite shy

Here’s an alibi
For what’s inside
You have difficulty reading me
So instead, here’s a piece of me
For whenever the doubt kicks in

We’re both unusual and obsolete
No wonder why we stumble on our feet
No one to model after
We’re more like a disaster
Waiting to happen

But it’s cool
Cause frankly, cool is boring
And I prefer your snoring in the morning
To the sound of naked winters

Is your imagination as vivid as it used to be
Around 2 or 3
Because mine is
Wanna see?

Here’s to building something useful
Sincerest of inventors
Sincerest of intentions
You’re right for me