They sit opposite each other,
So obviously disparate.
But there really isn't another,
If either one you separate.
One sits on the left,
Practical and strategic,
Seeming cold and bereft,
The voice of logic.
A master of language and words,
Loves accuracy and the familiar.
Maybe the king of nerds,
Will always categorize and be linear.
On the right sits the other,
A free spirit and passionate,
With the roar of laughter,
Ability to energize and elate.
Creative and with boundless imagination,
Leaves no canvas empty,
And with feel and sensation,
Gives art and poetry.
Does it not seem like they don't belong,
That the relationship may be in vain.
But that is where you are wrong,
Because they are the two sides of your brain.
Such a beauty that they work in unison,
Despite being so different.
So why can't that be our vision,
For the world instead of the discord we rent.