And then there's the tide; it struggles and tilts, it churns
up the mud, twists and coils and spins with the strength
of a million of me; and it pulls with that force in opposite
ways. Gravity; it does what it does, and my life is pulled in
opposite ways. The moon and its tricks; makes it so hard
to follow my heart. I suppose with this said, there are two
minds in me. One to please me, one to please you. They both
drift about, back and forth, north and south; ever so often, they
meet and I'm whole. And for the moment, I see clear, I feel sure,
feel safe, feel peace, feel love. For the moment, I feel one.
And then once again, the rush of the moon,
pulls me in two.