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?

And love the ones we hate?

Too blind to see

Standing here in chains

When we were all born to be free.

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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