The
Clash.
In
a tipsy topsy world,
All
things are upside down again.
You
and I become,
Caught
up in the whirlwind.
An
image I saw here,
Reminded
me of an earlier day.
I
had not understood at all,
And
you had challenged the truth.
As
I saw it then,
To
be a vortex of emotion.
Driven
by the fear only,
Not
of realities of truth understood.
And
now we fight,
A
clash of simple minds unleashed.
It
amuses me still more,
That
I am the one walking out the door....
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