Duality

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just different

 Words on my mind poem in my heart

Polish my pen and ready to start

Snacks and water phone on vibrate
Half eaten dinner sits stiff on my plate

Writers block don’t know where to start
Searching my mind my soul and my heart

Sometimes the well runs dry
I can’t even force a tear from my eye

One who died blind visits me?
We sat and had a cup of tea

He started to confide in me
Told me something secretly

He told me the sacred secret of the blind
He said….

“We are always looking forward never behind”

Then it started to turn real cold and chill
He started to leave then he turned and said

“This you won’t believe but we are constantly”
And always facing and looking at our souls

The room is warm again but I feel
A presence from within

Oh it’s you again?

My multiple personality
My same self or second identity

Interrupting me

I know your there I don’t mean to be rude
But you must understand I need solitude

Then wind starts to blow
Papers scatter everywhere
I must acknowledge and admit she is there

I have a twin who’s filled with sin
I guess you can call it my evil twin

My alter ego from with in

I sit back and watch her as a spectator
She’s not nice she’s a real hater

She moves like a tornado
Step in her path it could be fatal

Me I’m like the eye of the storm
I move with the tornado but I cause no harm

She comes and goes as she wills
She’s never around when I’m paying bills

I’ve often tried to educate her she laughs
Then says you’re the writer I’m the dictator

Besides for your information you’re the one
Who needs education with your Z FORMATION?

Alter ego in Latin means the other
We are always pointing fingers at each other

In a schizoid moment we argue and fight
Like sisters and brothers

I want to go one way she wants to go the other

“Your honor” I didn’t mean do anything illegal
It was not me it was my alter ego

It’s hard to be by myself
When I have a second self

My same self
My sane self
My insane self

Like doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde
Good and evil on the same ride

She lives in her house of ill repute
I live in the house known as YURU

Sometimes I need her
Sometimes I don’t

Sometimes I will
Sometimes I won’t

She’s like my muse
She light’s my fuse

She balances out my brain
She keeps me sane

When I’m hurt
We share the pain

When I ask her what’s her name
She says sarcastically it don’t matter

We are still the same

Don’t look surprised who do you think
Gave you the name WIZE?