Here we are again, suffering as usual
Why do we allow ourselves to feel like this?
We cannot control our fates yet we try
Ours is not to do but to die
Silenced by our own morality
Caring nothing for our mortality
We march forward as we are told
Living our decades in seconds
Do as "The Other" beckons
We plead to seperate
Yet we will die as one
Neither of us wants to end
One hates what the other fears
Is it us we hate or our own shadow?
Do we fear what the other sees reflected back?
We must be free, yet we fear our own isolation
We must be two, yet we abhorr seperation...
