The magic of reflected love
Karma is happy,
Karma is sad.
Karma is good,
Karma is bad.
Karma is ying,
Karma is yang.
Karma is quiet,
Karma’s a load bang.
One thing I know,
That karma gives.
Is balance,
For as long as we live.
So our separation,
Our long lonely nights,
In karma is hope,
That our future’s put right.
There are two sides to every story.
There are certainly two sides to me.
There’s the loving cuddly father figure.
There’s the the beast seeking depravity.
Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.
Sometimes I just set me free.
Sometimes I tire of this double life.
Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.
For having two sides is such hard work.
Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.
Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.
Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.
And sometimes I crumble.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wish the world away.
Sometimes I wish I’d die.
But like the world I keep turning around.
I keep the beast securely bound.
I have the strength to live the day.
Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.
And sometimes I think the beast is cool.
Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.
Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.
Sometimes I love like you, both of me.
If our lives aren’t real,
If it’s all just a silly game.
What sick fucking bastard,
Programmed the dying day.
Why would decay be fun?
How we rot whilst still alive.
How we see each other wither,
In front of our eyes.
If our lives are just an entity’s muse,
Only in data we exist.
I’m gonna go viral,
Cos we’re dying and I’m pissed!
I drift in and out,
Of meetings, of lives.
I disappear, I reappear,
Accidentally contrived.
Here, then one day gone,
Lost in the crowd, the throng.
But you get what you see,
So please, please keep your eyes on me.