The Man Divided


There's something to be said of the Man Divided

To function with cogs not sync

With one eye open while other blinks

Only to look towards different directions


Different directions, and he's but one vessel

Needless to say, waters churn

Harder to say if the tides will turn

Regardless of weather he sails to wherever


To wherever, any place is better than here

Then again, here's what he knows

May not be the case next place he goes

Forever a fork in the path he has chosen



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