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.