Two sides of the same coin,
Completely different but inexplicably the same,
Only an edge to separate,
It’s the celebrated line to mark differences and strengths.
Mirrors with different reflections and reflections showing different faces.
What is the edge to the world but a whimsical twist of fate?
What If a flip could unite and erase the edge?
And who’s to say what fate would throw when an edge Is landed,
Is It fate,
Or our strengths and
Differences that bind us together?
Gravity and fate can try to tame,
But It’s by our choice
That we play this game.