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Divisions of Two

I walk between these divided yards,
through the gardens and the graves.
I can feel the blossom of growing life
and anticipate the withering of certain death.

I step through the institutions,
among the colleges and the prisons.
I grow with enlightenment of an education
and diminish in my solitude of the human captivity.

Through these divisions,
between the light and the dark,
there is my journey.
The unknown glory paths without hindsight.
Sometimes, these struggles take away,
all of my inner pride
and disguises another.
Between these divided lessons,
the people are divided into two.

I drive through the classes,
between the wealthy and the poor.
I see great works of the movers and the shakers
and become disheartened to see the ones,
who are oppressed in their shapeless homes.

I walk my way through the city buildings,
among the corporate offices and gray factories.
I feel the vitality of sales in the city sea
and the alienation in a dreadful routine. 

I travel around in my surroundings,
between the cluttered cars in 
conformed lined roadways 
and the aimlessly free open space.
The life of control and the freedom of choice

The struggle within us,
the emotional heart and the rational mind,
as the spirit is divided into two.
The fight between reasonability or sensibility,
or just wanting to lose control.
The struggle to be whole with integrity.
Through these bounded divisions,
the people are divided into two.

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