Two Halves

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I am of two halves
My thoughts, my sight
My feet, my directions, hold
Break twigs to become of two halves


I am of two halves, to have a dream of two men
Safe to take the lonely walk,
But not much life holds, in road's suite


Excitement and fear,
Becomes of adventures 
On option's grounds


So  do I walk the road of  plausible certainty 
Seat and wonder on dreams once had
Or choose to follow a passion
I am of two halves 


Choices on decision's paths chosen 
Haunted to reconsider like thinkers think
Nightmare of free-fall, still hold I back
Fear it holds of the unknown haunt


But this is my dream, my passion
Its in my blood, it is  what I am made of 
So I seat with dreams of two men 
Two halves, and calling


And hope to nest of two birds
Because I am made of two halves
I seat with the dreams of two men
And wish to see my dreams come true 





Note: I love poetry and I work as a construction commercial manager/ project manager
that is where the poem is coming from, the metaphor of two halves, which I think James Rosenquist can relate to