there is a power in choice
that sensation inside
seeming to propel direction
 

always the polarity
of light and dark
god or the devil
logical or emotions
 

I’d seen the devil
outside in the world
I’d felt that power
inside me
 

it’s the woman
that doesn’t give
a shit about you
and f***s for the thrill
then kicks you out of her bed
mumbling your worthless
and a lousy lay
and if you don’t get out
there’s a knee in your groin
reminding you she really meant it
 

it’s the man
that doesn’t give
a shit about you
just another slut to lay
get his rocks off
expecting porn in his ear
mumbling your worthless
masturbating was better
and if you don’t get out
there’s a slap across your face
reminding you he really meant it
 

I’d seen god
outside in the world
I’d felt that power
inside me
 

it’s the woman
that appreciates a man
to make him happy
she’s intimate and warm
and appreciates making love
she’ll lay with you
and fulfill your desires
she makes you breakfast in bed
kissing your lips
saying she loves you
seeing you as beautiful
she says stay or leave
I’m ok either way
reminding you happy is good
 

it’s the man
that appreciates a woman
to make her happy
he’s romantic and kind
and enjoys intimacy
he’ll lay with you
explore your desires
and brings you coffee in bed
kissing your lips
saying he loves you
seeing you as angelic
he says stay or leave
I’m ok either way
reminding you happy is good
 

Exaggerated thoughts
extreme points of the poles
perhaps there’s a world
of betwixt and between
not so harsh, not so ideal
a balance of two
sides of a whole
the space between*
where the devil is calmed
and the angel excited
and they know each other
on common ground
 

there is a power in choice
that sensation inside
seeming to propel direction
 

You and I
we’d lived a long time
certainly we’d been
both these extremes
what do you see
when you look at me
what do I see
when I look at you
the light or the dark
or something between?
 

*Dave Mathews