One may wonder what lies beneath
That web of lies, curses, and faith
But all it really comes down to
Is a Hairline split, borne again
As the pendulum makes its swing
And yet, how can such a world
Harbour such beauty, such grace
That despite the tumultuous pace
Of the laborious machine you built
Oh, why oh why does it do so
Against every natural born whim
There can be only one explanation
The world has been undeniably split
Between a cacophony of misery
And an encore of the utmost bliss
So explain to me, dear friend
Why do I see not one, nor two
Nor both, not either, not half
But an even mix, perfect in sculpt
Ever twinkling in that wondrous eye?
Please tell me, show me why
I see not one world, nor two
Nor half nor all nor some
Of that same wondrous world
In that silver framed mirror
