The Twin

Wants to hear that hes ok, to feel alive

Be loved, not left behind

Thinks he did good, and in return got bad

Missing a home he never had

Reckons hes honest, last one left

Never lays a hand in theft

Inside outside, right or left

What you see, is what you get

Believes hes upward bound

If not this time, next time around

A man, with dreams

Its just not what it seems

Looks at himself, but even in his place

Another person stares him in the face

Tells him, youre this youre that

Life goes on, thats all he got

A stranger twin, running things, day out day in

As much as he will dip

Awake or in peaceful sleep

Until the light touches him, he will not see

A reality, better than any dream 

                     Copyright © 2007 Josef Firestone