Torn Between Two Worlds

There are two worlds I live in:

Reason and Resonation

Reason is where I discuss matters with logic

Resonation is where I simply go with my thought or others’ thought.

Reason is the 21st century common sense

That’s tense and flexible

Tense is when it should “make sense” to everyone

Flexible is when it can be manipulated to form syllogism or create logical reflexes

Resonation is simply blending

That’s rigid yet variable

Rigid in that it must be able to impress

Variable in that it should be easily professed

The two worlds I live in will never mix genuinely

Like oil and water

Because they strive to be distinct

And coil back to their corresponding worlds

A conflict lies between the two worlds

Called a bruise in a relationship

I was chosen to be a screen for mediation

And a participant in the cruise of emotions

I was asked to help repair a bruise

Occurring in two worlds

One wanting to give a logical understanding for her pairs of misdeeds

One wanting to cling only to the twirly expectations she holds

I asked for a cling to the hardships of one another

And a logical understanding of commitment one needs

But no effort was exerted to protect the wound from ringing

Since both pairs of eyes were clogged with confusion and hesitance

As the relationship falls,

The tear between two sides

Developed into a tall lesson

That will forever ride with both sides

And I, will be in both worlds because they can potentially mix.