I am of two minds,
my thoughts are never wordless.
My mind races itself so much
it split into two for new competition.
I am of two skies,
I change like the weather.
Sometimes I am rainy, sometimes I am cloudy,
I live in endless storms and strikes of lightning.
I am of two separated paths,
sometimes I'll try to walk down the middle.
I get stopped by thorn bushes and wild animals,
I have cuts and bruises, I have bite marks and blood.
I am of two pens,
I waste my ink on no-good thoughts.
The more my pens empty,
the more my brain empties.
I am of two light bulbs,
I am afraid of burning out.
I produce my own energy,
soon enough I will burn out, but I am scared of the dark.
