No more objections!
Don’t blame me for what you do,
Cause I haven’t ever seen you in the real world yet.
But when it comes to my bodeful dreams,
Why you always do keep mocking me in?
I know, you’re not real;
The parallel strangeness hides all around you!
May be, I’m a little afraid on your unique identity,
Gestures, reddish left eye,
Peeled off skin and body parts.
It doesn’t make any sense to me,
Whether you’re a zombie or not?
If you’re, then how come you own a silly other side?
One who talks to me a lot like a friend,
Not just a friend,
A closest one who knows all about me than others.
Even though, I’m outspoken about this stranger,
My intentions can be wrong.
But I really wish to talk and listen,
And keep in touch with him whenever it’s impossible.