Disclaimer: So, wow, no, I don't own the turtles. Shock, shock. I do own this poem, however.

A/N: Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead, just been busy with stuff. This poem is for everyone who thinks they were born into the wrong dimension.really looking for feedback on this, so please review! I'll just leave you to read now, and ponder which one of our boys I wrote it about.

I have often traveled

Through the fences of my mind

And touched another being's soul

Past the limits of our time.

And I am the beginning,

And that soul is my end

Two wholes of one another

Whose minds have knowledge to spend.
Hand in hand we travel,

Foot to foot we leap,

And through the outer reaches

Of dimensions we do creep.

But we can never be together

In the waking, day streaked world,

For time has wrinkles and ripples,

And a wall we simply can't hurdle.

It is nice to be together,

Just this soul and me,

With such a feeling to run-away,

If only for a minute or three.

But there is a tiny fear inside,

That fears one day I'll be forced

To say goodbye.

And I don't know what I'm going to do,

When that soul asks me why,

I don't think I'll be capable of anything,

Except to stand and cry.

Half of my being cut in two,

Half of my knowledge gone,

The part that gets the shivers,

Watching the break of dawn.

But perhaps one day I will forget,

Any of this took place.

And maybe one day I will forget,

The sad reflection of my face.

But for now I just won't worry,

For now I'll just pretend,

That none of this will happen,

That it'll never be the end.

And hand in hand we'll travel,

And foot to foot we'll leap,

And if we try hard enough,

Out of this place we'll creep.