Three is not a magic number
For us
We like things to be even
Uneven makes us
Shake and hurt
There is just you and me
She whispers
We get lonely
But cannot manage many more
The noise
The chaos
People really are unpredictable
We like to be safe
In our room
In our bed
In the dark
Life passes us by
This way
Such a waste
Some might say
It is all we can do
I reply
In my thoughts
Even makes sense
Three is just odd
Not if you give it a try
She replies
Fall down the hole
Have an adventure
I will show you more.
