I run outside To greet the dawn But it is noon And so I yawn And stretch my two arms Out to hold My day, now only Seconds old Then think "I should go back to bed,” For waking's full Of fear and dread, And so then with A muttered oath I go, A neither kind of both. For what are choices, Anyway? Confetti on the floor I say, A decorated Subterfuge That each are small, But total huge. So I won't make them, Or I will -- Time wrecks, and so It's time we kill -- But doing nothing Can be growth: That's me -- A neither kind Of both
they were both friends and lovers, and neither of them lied in saying they were impassed, and that the other side of it was just to go two ways. it's just one of those things: a neither kind of both, they were, two empty wedding rings