Hands poised on the keyboard of my mind,
Two people speak to me
Two different ways to live your life,
Too different to listen to at the same time.
Mind blown,
Not everyone knows they'll land on a good state of mind.
Most find, they are falling into the rhythm of deadly pursuit,
Hands shaking with words, lips pursed
For a rhyme that I believe in with every tendon I chose to use
Like comprehending your memories in the present
Sublime.
But I'm afraid,
That I won't make it with just blood, sweat, and tears.
Realization will come with facing my fears.
This games been won before, often overplayed.
A daydream I control,
A nightmare I do not,
Slightly shaking, faking confidence in my own thoughts,
Two people speak to me
One in truth and one,
Truthfully.
There are two sides to every story.
One lies,
And one would for me....