The two sides
diminished by hardly any line
sleeping side by side
one gloomy
staring by wall
staring to make, apple fall
looking at sky
maybe making efforts, to make heavens cry
other side
rises and awakens slow
rubbing the eyes that glows
hit by muse
writing and inking many a flows
One notes mistakes
regrets streaks
it made in flow
how sudden
in evenings other rise
exclaims, to win tonight
woes to work harder this time
one decides to give up
take another flow
change the direction to steer
while other isn’t willing to give up
wishes to row more
maybe a bit different approach
the dilemmas
that fight
mind, the battlefield
where the warriors rise
which boat shall soul take ?
the new
or one it was travelling late ?
leave it to destiny
or ticking time,
the traveller says, as it passes by….