Two Sides

It’s like the rise and fall
Of a heaving
Breathing chest and ocean waves
The days when you feel so brave
crave the most perilous of adventures
compared to the days
When an isolated itch has you afraid
Of some deep foreboding omen
Which stems not from the itch itself
But the mind which perceives it
Deceptions, tricks and inaccurate perceptions
What do you make of this?
Two faces of every human
as the heads and tails of a coin flip
If such concept exists
Can I always stay ahead
While you forever remain on my tail?
But why should such slaved conditions prevail?
When we are not the final design
that these lines of fate have drawn
Yet it has gone on
and long enough I might add
For we have found pain and peace
In our insignificance to things greater than we
In the the hallows of our own importance
and in all places in between
Though as I’ve postulated
countless times before
reiterated
that it is such ranking which pains us so
For as the head of the coin looks to the sky
The tail end sits on the table
It’s natural comfort with acrobatics
Allows it to stand on its head
Tail to the sky
Following a spin
A dance
A clicking and clanking
In all manner of ways