Split Tongue, Sharp Mind

Two voices live inside your chest

One never sleeps, one never rests.

You bounce from here to over there,

You vanish mid-sentence, mid-air.

You joke, you charm, you tell the tale,

Your silver tongue will never fail.

But underneath, a mirror cracked

Too many selves to keep intact.

A breeze that whispers, shifts, and veers,

You bottle joy, then spill your fears.

You want to know, to name, to feel

Yet dodge the part that’s raw and real.

But who can match that mind of yours?

You find new paths, you open doors.

A chaos born of radiant light

Too fast to catch, too bright for night.