Member Poem

"Someday you'll figure it all out, just be patient." 

An egregiously large loan or two later, and here I am. 
My distance from them has become representative of that from myself.

What I see in me, is what I see in thee, 
but what you see in me, is what I see in me,
and that, my friend, is the paradox to end all others. 

Dissonance is all that rings in my ears, 
consonance is lost in a sea of liberated harmony, 
its center defiled, 
awaiting the next change. 

How I find myself, I have no clue. 
How I foudn you, I have no clue. 
Hwo F Inid ym ehart, I hvae on cule

I'm lost.