HEAD:
What misfortune it is
To be stuck with a thing like you
An aberration of all I stand for
An apology for mine existence
Oh that you would be from me severed
A coin with no tail then I'll be
A Head Coin indeed!
For I would be better off without you
Indeed all of life would be
TAIL:
Perhaps you would
But not as a coin
For you are because I am
You think of thee as good?
And of me as evil?
Does not the concept of good exist
Because there is such a thing as “evil”?
And how do you explain light
Without recourse to darkness?
Whatever age the times be called
Be it stone age or jet age
It stays true as the coinAGE
For life is the juxtaposition of contrasts
Life and death
Sunrise and sunset
Male and female
Yin and yang
All sides of the same coin
The severance of one
Is the severance of all
And what is life
But the acceptance of both?