Two constants in my life On Opposite ends of a spinning magnet Two distant extremes Weaving in and out of my view Quickly Changing Always moving Never letting me adjust I reach out to chance the present But my hand is struck down By an invisible foe I cannot stop this cycle For these constants shall forever Torment my soul I do not stand alone in this Others experience these demons Many cherish one Many embrace the other Yet both exist as opposites And shall always Be a curse to me