Midnight Pub

Two Sides of Me

~theoddballphilosopher

Chasing that vibrant coloured sunset,

My two halves stare into its enticing aura

Walking down that one way track

My right hand, who speaks much, yet knows little

With acoustic guitar on his back, and book in hand,

He longs to understand the world,

He who looks to the towering trees

And longs to attain serenity

Taking solace in solitude of nature’s grace

Bathed in sunlight and lakewater

Biding his time by the river’s edge

And watching the wildlife pass him by

Encircled by the scent of cotton and cherry blossoms

My left hand, who knows much, yet speaks little

With electric guitar on back and sword in hand,

He strives to rise against the world

He who looks to the roaring highway

Who yearns for humanity

To seek a part of something greater than he.

Soaked in neon lights and rainy nights

Biding his time by the metro rail

And watching the people pass him by

Baked in the smell of coffee beans and cigarettes

Sometimes they see eye to eye,

Standing down on the corner

Under the yellow light of a street lamp

Sharing a glass of brandy

Sometimes they butt, head to head,

Fighting up on the mountain

Through the tempest gales on the edge of the world

Trading blows with their fists

But they still walk that one way track

Staring into the enticing aura

Chasing that vibrant coloured sunset.