Lights off,
divination;
lights on,
demarcation.
two halves of me form
a wholly incomplete
mirror image
in a
glassy reflection
the man behind I see
i live with in disharmony
jealous of his outside foe
he curses
most vehemently
and every time
us two do meet
he begs
to be
in the life I lead
for he lives in a
world of dreams
and yearns
to feel reality
he wants mine
and i want his;
this steadfast line
between
and if the chance
us two shall switch
we'll find our own
nirvana niche
but wishing
does not toil
for i row in the grime
on this current of oil
standing still in time.
i am not content.
he asks why
i scoff and vent
the end is nigh
you dream of here so gay
but every second more people die
and the papers tell worse each day
we sit in cars
we live in homes
and count our cash
and count our woes
across the world they live
in shirts,
they're glad;
to find some food with dirt
they lose more lives
we lose some things
and if dead could think we'd think the same
we'd say its not
our fault (and sigh)
we tried with what we had
and are we righteous in that lie
when all we are is barely sad
theres no excuse
for fraternal abuse
not god nor prayer can aid
to change the system we have made
where beliefs
form thrones
and to each
his own
all for one for all is lost
for desires cater at all's cost
so here i lie with dreams that soar
i have so much and want much more
but not for me
i want your side
a place of peace and love in stride
where every desire has healthy start
and equitable hope is in every heart
oh what a joy to be!
perhaps you'll dream
me a mental boat
to plow my stream on your thoughts that float
and then we'll like
what we see in the mirror
for i'm sure each day
we'll see it clearer
and together we'll find
our worlds will blend
a fated heaven and earth we'll mend
so lets turn the lights off to hesitation
and brighten our lights to our destination.