Two different choices
sit in different corners.
The two of them are
painted different colors.
And me, I sit in
the dead center,
wishing for some
peace between the two.
I don’t know why they
fight with each other.
It’s as if those two
just wanna be a bother.
And it won’t end
until I decide
on which one that I
find is more divine.
I’m not certain why they
gave me this power.
I just wanna have fun
and pick some pretty flowers.
And not worry about
these petty battles.
If I fall off my horse
I just get back in the saddle.
I tell ‘em every day
that I don’t know,
and if they know their idiocy
it’ll help them grow.
But they don’t listen
So I’ll just have to hope
they’ll hit a consensus
and leave me alone.
