Symmetry

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

Did I really see you, or was it a dream?

In that it was seamless
Not a trace of wrong

Words that we have spoken
Little did we know

No bigotry, no tears shed
Oh, if only

You tried to be polite
Thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind

But ironically
You will always be
Belle of the ball
At least to me

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

But my words are frail, not
Audible, they do

Not even convince me
Perhaps they are untrue

Truly with you the worst is
Always true, and I gave

You all the benefits
Of all the doubts I had

Never hope to be
As benign as me
Funny how you
Always get through

But ironically
You will always be
Belle of the ball
At least to me