Mine

There are two sides
Two sides to me
They bicker
They screech
They nail each other
Till they can nail
What makes them different
What makes two
When the soul is one
Why the heart wanders
When the mind stays
In some twisted page of a rat race
Why every day feels like another day
That could have been lived
In another way
Why the sky is crimson
Why the leaves maroon
Why the whys I stopped asking
To fit in
Don’t find their voice anymore
Why I have to live in a way
Thats less of me
Less of what I feel
Less of everything I dreamed
Why
Why
Why
Yet nothing can show
How the wheel can be stopped from turning
The sands of time
And watching everything disappear that I used to call mine.