Hemisphere
To the right
the path is lined with love and hope,
the sky beats with illusion's color.
And all the while,
hurt runs deep in this place,
heartache is a cancer left to fight,
and all that laughs and cries
is a product of our own design.
To the left
the road sits below gears and gas,
the rain beats against a cloudy window,
and all that are come from the six.
But here, life is what lie's before us,
all of our pain is in nature's will,
all of our joy is fought to make,
and our limits bind us to sticks and stones.
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