Two lives

Sometimes it seems
That I lead separate lives.
One with laughter and roses
The other with sharp unseen knives.

Most of the time I laugh
I text and chat with friends on the phone
But when the phone goes silent
I’m once again alone.

Most of the time I love life.
I relish in the world around me.
I watch and listen and take it all in.
And try to just be.

Most of the time that works.
But when all is said and done
I don’t know where I’m going.
So I head out for a run.

I pound the pavement
And try to leave behind the doubt.
But I just don’t know
When both lives will be sorted out.

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