Brookwrite

Two Good to Be True

An angel and the devil sit on one shoulder each
enticing me to follow the practices they preach.
Whispers echo in my head, I don't know from which side,
the devil is not always wrong, angel's not always right.

While I face two angels who've entered my life
either of whom in her time I could see be my wife.
How is it I'm to decide? Where do I draw the line
between these two I care for most, these closest friends of mine?

I grew up thinking that for me there'd be at most one
but now to narrow down to one weighs on me like a ton,
in the past I know I'd think this was the greatest luck
but now I struggle to escape the luck in which I'm stuck.

But while I overthink my fate through many sleepless nights
I'm losing both of them because of my internal fights.
They make me be far less of me, not at all myself,
I end up being someone else, alone on the shelf.

Everyone has luck in life, I now know this is true,
some of our best luck is bad; who said good luck is good?
This, like every choice in life, has two unclear sides,
time will whisper in both ears, if either one is right.

Written in 1997.