Double Edged Knife

There’s two sides to every story A little bit of pain and a little bit of glory Love and hate become so often entwined Wrapping so tightly the heart that they bind There’s two parts in every duet A chorus of hope and a verse of regret Sometimes you’re the singer sometimes the song Getting the tune right but the rhythm all wrong There are two directions that this path has Left to finish first the right to finish last One way is a smooth course the other is rough Your journey brief or arduously tough There’s humility in winning honour in defeat There is always two versions of everyone we meet Justice is served with discrimination on the side Dished up immediately or after a goodbye I sit in the middle of the scales of life Contemplating ,empathising,on the tip of a knife At times I’m understood and at others I am not I am part of the universe, an insignificant dot