Two (Or The Historian And The Philosopher)

Living a duality
Maybe an ambiguity
Where there are good and evil
Where there are God and devil

Describing right and wrong
Before the death of life
Let this flesh and blood
And change the body and mind

Love of two, they said, is one
Two is a perfect pair
Two worlds are also well known
They are heaven and hell

Living on earth and looking at the sky
What's yours and what's mine?
Subject and object, you and I
How to measure the distance from a point to a line?

Among men and women
Some are rich and some are poor
Among adults and children
Some are tall and some are short

Society is made of individuals
Where there are ups and downs
The concreteness of the abstract
Is what determines our freedom

As short as space and time
Controlled by waves and particles
The real turns unreal
And what exists simply disappear

We're called free spirits
And between two, saying yes and no
With love and hate, we choose one third way
Close enough and far enough

This new alternative, perhaps misunderstood
Was created as a group
Apparently, with no order
But the loyalty of the historian and the philosopher