Two Kinds

 Two kinds of people with no in-betweens

Living on opposite sides of the street

Two kinds of people both playing for keeps

Sure as the sun about what they believe

Some people love to redraw all the lines

And if you agree, they’ll keep an open mind

Others are deathly allergic to change

They prefer everything left in its place

Can’t face all the facts because then we’ll know

Our vision’s veiled, and there’s still room to grow

Our eyes, selectively seeing what we want to find

Half blind, wildly swinging for the love of the fight

Fearlessly, we forge ahead

Foolishly burning the bridge we are standing on top

Of the world we are breaking in two

Two kinds of people, in case you forgot

Life is much safer inside of this box

With fists in the air and vehement shout

We can’t decide what we’re angry about

Could we be right and at the same time be wrong?

That can’t be it

So let’s keep marching on

Our eyes, selectively seeing what we want to find

Hands tied; the puppeteer pulls at our strings every night

We swing from his fingertips

Faithfully following the leader down to the bottom

Believing we’ve found the truth

I’m two kinds of people, a divided man

Which one of me will get the upper hand?

I am a menace and a harm to myself

I ought to fix me before anyone else

If we can’t learn to live like neighbors should,

We may just burn down this whole neighborhood

Two kinds of people both passing the blame

Which makes these two kinds of people the same

Our eyes, selectively seeing what we want to find

Half blind, stumbling aside to the left and the right

Siding, never centering

Splintering over the fragmented truth of the matter is

We are one people

Not two