Regeneration

How did we get to the precipice
of where gravity
is out of the equation,
that danger zone
where oxygen isn't present,
where the void
is all that's left?
What is it
that we bicker about?
Each one throws a jab;
let's see who
throws the hardest rock,
who knocks who out.

You have a seeming way
of exposing the truth
about my ego.
Nothing stings more than you
pinning my imperfections,
my twisted survival mechanisms
that reveal my unwhole.
Congratulations!
To you I owe for solving
the femme fatale riddle
which has plagued me too long.
What's meant for me
is meant for me...
I mean, what's meant for you
is meant for me.
You take me high,
and I bring you low.
I take you up,
you bring me down
this see-saw sick life.

The fact of the matter is,
neither one of us
has the courage to
let the four winds blow.

How did we get here
so close to the edge?
What was on our minds
the whole time we
walked closer to the end?
And it's not just us,
it's everything else
everywhere else
that has also lost
the quality of being,
of seeing the reality of things,
of another big bang.
All we know is that
there are fundamental principles
that confirm the existential question
that tugs at our feet.

To kiss it all away?
I don't know
who's more cynical,
me or you?
At times, I feel
this bickering is
Dr. Jekyl swinging
back into Hyde--
the natural progression
of a developing baby,
of maturation.

For now, all I can do is
cloud this moment with debauchery,
like a hopeful drunk
hoping that tomorrow
I don't lose myself
once in a lifetime.