I smile and make a fist in the water, sending fountain-like spouts into the air. They illuminate like my eyes and twist and turn in every way possible.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile back and lay down, looking up at the stars. My homesickness comes back tenfold as I find the one I was told to keep an eye on for my rescue. Ten years waiting. The star's finally growing dim.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Oh, Brightlord Tumul! How unexpected it is to see you standing there! I didn't mean to insult your stupidity. Really, it's quite spectacular and worthy of much praise. — Wit (The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson)