Torn Poem by Dhananjaya Premawardena

Split between two dreams of lore
One of misery the other a bore
Stuck in between two glaciers of hope
One like a twit and the other like the Pope
Watching two sides battle in my head
One is simmering the other is dead
Looking at it all from above to below
Neither is great and both are shallow
Looking for a star in higher skies
One unknown and two are lies
Meeting with it eye-to-eye
One with openesss the other with a cry
Reacting to their pleasant cheer
One with gladness the other with tears

Looking from above I see, I see
Nothing that could possibly interest me
I'm too worried to not care
Wondering how all this will fare
Having two choices magically
Doesn't make sense, can it really?
Like two rivers that never to meet
What would I do to have them at my feet
Like two speakers from differing sides
'Both are losing' one confides
Like great buildings falling down
Man, both make me look like a clown.