It takes more energy to tie my shoe

Than it takes to type or say

Yet, its mere utterance can draw to end

Be it life or be it day.

It takes less energy to type—to text

Mere milliseconds it will devour

(As one would a rotting lemon or anything as sour)

Of my time, but still its impact is never ending.

It has a twin of equal strength and it seems composure

[for they both have four letters,

two consonants,

two vowels,

and one syllable]

However, an opposite in both shape and form.

This is a dancer amongst walkers

And the other a carcass tasting worm.