The halves inside of him wage their eternal war
Neither giving ground in a stalemate for the ages
The invisible line of sanity went unnoticed back then
Intellect and emotion twisted into a dreadful knot
He knows not where it begins or ends, only the now
How his choices once required only a collective effort
Now they tally points for sides in an all out dash
To the finish or where the origin of endings began
Loping in a close second is his dreamer's heart
His mad stares upon the horizon seldom fit for composure
Just once if he could escape his endless thoughts
He knows the only spot where he would land
To follow one or the other begs repudiation of everything
And to deny them both is the madness of an empty cup
Remembering fragments of memories serves as glue
That holds together such a fragile, brittle puzzle
Concluding another evening on a well sought out path
He closes eyes that possess a rather endless age
Though their immortal youth keeps his appearance well
Yet tomorrow continues the search and gamble
Morning brings new breaths to those who breathe them
Holding his familiar jostled bag, he sleeps under an unlit sky
As last light fades, he becomes one again, if only in his dreams
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