I look in the mirror. It is one world. It is like a picture of me.
The battle ensues–one of anger and one of apathy
another of love and another of trust
still more rage…One of pain and one of sorrow
Then that of grief and total indifference…
With all these wars, can any side win?
I think not. In fact, I know not.
It may seem silly but it is all there-each facet
mentioning two different worlds with the
duplicity in each facet as if it should matter
yet it doesn’t. It just is.
