We, the golden number
My hand on your heart
You don't let me become
One with your breath &
You keep breathing for
The moment you get to
Recreate me in your mind
And become who you think
You are

My mind recalls the trapped
Sea wave in the broken conch shell 
The trapped wave that exist within us
All

You want to get to know the different
"me" so you will know what needs to 
be done. Cup your hand over your ear
and listen to the trapped wave I am a 
stone burned by eternal flames Black
Can you become my black tourmaline?  

Let me become one with your breath
The blood rushing through your veins 
Freezes when it thinks of "me" and the
blood rushing through my veins 
remembers how it feels

I will not be your mirror
The mirror to look at
Let's keep becoming who
We truly are

instead of who we came to be

Be nothing together with me
Do not listen and feel how it feels
Just right before you need to take
Your next breath

While becoming One with us
I ask nothing more