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.