Floating on clouds between two of a kind
But only hot rushing air holding me afloat
My two minds breaking apart my mind
And I no longer know where to gloat

Two minds leave me sputtering
I don't know which one to choose
But If I choose, will it leave me fluttering
And dooming me to fall, and regret whom I chose

Interlocking four of my hands
I stare into the dream beyond
I want to settle it all, I want to land
But what choice is good, what would be sound