Two places

As I watch myself
I find that I’m everywhere
Between an adventure and a home
Between two ideologies
Two hearts, two emotions,
P’raps lost on the path of virtuosity

You brush across many
On the narrow streets of life
Most of them pass you by
… well, most of them.

The motto of life?

The goal of life

Black and Light

Black and White Tree
Black and White Tree

Who am I

Who arst I, I ask myself often
And whence I know, I know,
I need know nothin’ more
I need say nothin’ more

Two Bogies

Bogies of different trains we are
That met at a station
We share more than the cursory
A linkage more than the evident

Now as the guard blows the whistle
And you pull out of the station
The heart beats faster
Threat of a mere memory looms
Alas your track runs different
Our destinations lead afar

But the journey is long
Many stations would come along
Deep down I hope
Our tracks would meet again
And we would be stationed for good
At another station