In the mirror, you’re there more than me

More and more with each glance

Maybe you’d always been there and I

Hindered the thought’s advance

We finally begin to see

You continue in me

Only difference is our eye color

Neither dull or too bright

Yours are green and mine, at best, hazel

Called brown to save good light

Not only cut from the same cloth

We’re tools of the same plot

Anchored needle carries the thread

Guiding as it tows

Through the voice inside of my head

I reap, you sew

Even selfless souls aren’t this pure

You accent where most fall flat

The influence over your subjects

Others never quite had

If I can be consistent

It’s something I can live with

Anchored needle carries the thread

Guiding as it tows

Through the voice inside of my head

I reap, you sew

Seams bound to never come apart

Or get in a bind

Due to strengths of strings of the heart

When they’re aligned

Our quilted handiwork

DNA

Braided with heavy torque

Will not fray

Anchored needle carries the thread

Guiding as it tows

Through the voice inside of my head

I reap, you sew

Seams bound to never come apart

Or get in a bind

Due to strengths of strings of the heart

When they’re aligned