Right in the center, sits two me,
Left out the center, still seems be.
Me, my doppelgänger, and I makes three,
we chatter, argue ‘n bargain our decree.
Do I see what I did see,
or I already paint with what's within me?
In the center where logic flee,
Can any thought ever really be free?

~by me, and I and the other that makes me me