Today I saw two brothers of the raven--
I wonder if it's a comment on our plight.
One sat despondent and reeked of the craven,
The other was full of rampantly cruel flight.
Is this the universe sending me signs?
How can I be sure the world works in such ways?
But consider a man stuck within the lines
Meekly regretting the content of his days.
Another speaks loud of his life's vibrancy
With scarcely a consistency to his soul.
Now I'm questioning what's inside of me
And staring fully on the decision's toll.
You can gain more from what you see with your eyes
If you can peer through the world's little disguise.