Oh sinister fates, I've been condemned
to love and to hate, in split moments of now
oh playful god, is this what you do?
how can one's mind be so split in two?
To firmly believe in all that is today
and to spend the in-betweens in regretful gray
oh spirit that binds the whole at some part
convictions of mirrors, pull me apart
I am me tomorrow
I was me yesterday
yet they meet in a hollow common ground of disarray....