I finally found
my number three,
and I think as well
that he found me.
I've never felt
this calm or scared;
the things I've said
have been declared.
Unlike one,
who gave too much,
then turned around
and pulled the crutch;
Or like two,
who gave much less,
then needed me
to fix the mess;
This number three
has given me
little bits
of reality.
But I took
all that's real
and spun it round
a magic wheel.
So here we are,
my three and me,
spinning round
and just dizzy.
One was up
and two was down,
and three I've tossed
around and round.
But oh I wish
for some respite,
to stop the wheel
and calmly sit;
to see again
what's real what's not,
what's disappeared,
what's overwrought.
So number three
along with me
can go back
to reality.
