Two states
There are two states
One love
One hate
Two ways to go
At the fork in the road
Some choose left
Some choose right
And some sit up and think about it all through the night
And some walk straight through
Unplanned in what they 'ought to do'
And when you are young you can run down the street
But when you are old you have two left feet
There are two ways to go
One pace is fast, the other slow
Two ways to be
One stands in chains
While the other walks free
And there are two states of the heart
One love
One hate
So why do we hate the things we love?
And love the things we hate?
Is it because we're born into a 'divided state'
We hate the ones we love?
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poem by Yvette Smith
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