You are idea I the doing, your plans perfect my actions not
In your mind fantasies brewing my enactment with errors fraught
Flawlessness and imperfection neither without the other
Two sides of one coin, born twins of the same mother
Expectations beyond the sun, work under it done, both born in sweat
Your observations shun corrections begun my errors become your regret
Moon beds the sun, your plans run white water through the night
Morning succumbs past accomplishments crumbs, light but a blight
In a fight each one is right one passive the other explosive
They compete neither admit defeat a relationship corrosive
Hanging on although all is gone, hope was executed at dawn
Order given through heart driven what was now gone