"Bipolar Storm"
A flipped coin,
Forever spinning,
From heads to tails,
and back again.
Two minds next to every point,
Deep South meets Due North,
Far East crosses Old West;
Sometimes my tank,
Is running on empty.
And sometimes my cup runneth over;
Bound in a knot and completely undone,
A storm within myself,
Summer showers against a winter storm. |