Poem -

Hybrid

Hybrid

In a battle against the other side of one self or another
one side wants to self destruct the one or the other
One loves one self or another and not the other
A reflective noise that one side wants to silence
A calm rustling breeze that renders thoughtless

A thunder storm naturally creating lightning flashes
A light rain bringing a rainbow at a dawn of a new light
A dry desert heat to a cold morning rain fading in and out
​​​​​​a cold night to a midday scorching heat we can hardly bare
Its a timeless render to a nine to five without a doubt

A power nap with no rest for wickedness of vengeance
A nightmare to a long peaceful dreamy sleep of escape
A whistling wind in a duststorm to a windless stillness
Going against the wind when we want to turn back
Going back around the bend with no turning back

From the end of an era to a new beginning once again
Back around again, like its all been done beforeΒ 
We want to give up yet we know we deserve better
We want to try our best, yet we know that isn't good enough
We want to just do, yet the world tries to act tough

we want to face the shadow of a past life forgotten
yet one side is afraid of the other or the one or another
we hate what we fear, yet there is nothing to fearΒ 
No where to hide, all in our own time and in our own way
​​​​​​when we walk the line we walk without the burdens of yesterday

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