Why My Pain Is Your Gain?

I am always getting you in my sweet dream, ‘You're neither my enemy nor friend'; a gleam, From the mirror of thought, it must be, I think, Iteration of yellow, red, green white and pink, Far seen ‘ego' simmered, on vapor seen love, Many birds! A crow surrounded by million dove, I am in love, or with hatred, blue- red, blue-red, Something is pinching; unaware I am, but afraid, Am I jealous with his success or the way of access? That he does and I can't do, why he gets excess? My failure has became the ghost of his success, Love or hatred both the ghost of mind, a dream mess, Why my pain is your gain and your gain is my pain? The filth I removed, now your turn —drain, drain, drain..