Decisions to be made of a nature
Dual formed, separate and distinct,
Worlds apart and yet so similar
So that those worlds might collide
Reasons why are manifold, multiple,
The empty deserts of emotion oft
Reviled, now a pale contrast
To Dualities barely perceived
To be seen.
Devilish choices like jewels lost
Down Satan’s navel in the rough dunes,
In that dark world beneath all,
Where choices made are lives sunk
In the deep.