Two hearts

One heart beats,
One starts to fade.
The first one loves,
The second counts the trade.
Two hearts rhythmically pounding in my chest,
One on the left, seeking out a rest.
The other on the right, keeping the score,
One is certain of the path ahead,
The other is wrong, or so it’s been said.


The air is cold and the shadows grow long,
I’m caught in the pulse of a double song.
A heavy blues in a post-punk vein,
Driving the rhythm through the pouring rain.
One side is fire, the other is stone,
Together they leave me feeling alone.
The drums start to kick like a ghost in the hall,
Waiting for one of these pulses to fall.


One heart beats,
One starts to fade.
The first one loves,
The second counts the trade.
Two hearts rhythmically pounding in my chest,
One on the left, seeking out a rest.
The other on the right, keeping the score,
One is certain of the path ahead,
The other is wrong, or so it’s been said.


But the brain is only one, a singular spark,
Navigating through the meditative dark.
Yet one hemisphere, confused and wide-eyed,
Asks the other side where the secrets hide.
"How do we live? How do we stay whole,
With two different masters for a single soul?
How can one man survive the start,
Of living his life with a double heart?"


One heart beats,
One starts to fade.
The first one loves,
The second counts the trade.
Two hearts rhythmically pounding in my chest,
One on the left, seeking out a rest.
The other on the right, keeping the score,
One is certain of the path ahead,
The other is wrong, or so it’s been said.


Left side—Loving.
Right side—Counting.
Left side—Seeking.
Right side—Doubting.
A serene chaos, an epic divide,
There is nowhere left for the spirit to hide.
The ambient noise is a wall of sound,
Where the two hearts meet on common ground.



One heart beats,
One starts to fade.
The first one loves,
The second counts the trade.
Two hearts rhythmically pounding in my chest,
One on the left, seeking out a rest.
The other on the right, keeping the score,
One is certain of the path ahead,
The other is wrong, or so it’s been said.


One beats...
One fades...
Two hearts...
In the shade...

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