Stuck Pig

I've got half a head in the sunshine
Half a head in the stream
I've got half a mind behind
And half ahead of me
Half a mind entwined
And half a mind to leave
When I'm halfway back to mine
With a quarter of what I brought with me

And I see demarcation
From my left and to my right
Humanity ceases at the boundaries of the tribe
And I've got one foot on the border
And one on the run
A hand in two languages
But not fluent in either one

Asking
What am I
Getting my
Self into?
What if I'm
Cutting my
Self in two?

A life between worlds
Between doing and being
Between belonging and longing
Leave and believe
Between sound and silence
Between charge and retreat
Hindsight and foresight
Both clotheslining me

What am I
Getting my
Self into?
What if I'm
Cutting my
Self in two?

Island
Of antinomies
I
Am my own nation
Too many factions
Too many fictions
Too many points of friction

I had two rival dreams
Heard two melodies
They diverged through my body
Until all I can feel is
Vacillation
Along a knife's edge
Two generations
Two climates butting heads



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Jackson
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