myself ain't thyself.

the mind thinks of wonders,
the eyes see shooting stars,
the ears hear classic and jazz,
and the mouth speaks of everything.

in thyself, much is said not done,
in thyself, much is thought not rethinking,
in thyself, much is provoked not considering,
in thyself, much is consumed not digesting.
and in thyself, flattery fills.

in you then i place my word,
in you then i put my self forward,
in you then i lie silent.

and we wait,
for all that is bound to take place,
and we see,
for all that is about to happen.
and we make progress,
in thyself and myself.