Gemini Eye

Hopeless, & the Soul of Hope, all at once.
My life’s dual states; to each other affronts.

They simmer & bicker…neither lay dead.
For, I hold more than one thought in my head.

I see horizons & none etched in stone.
So, when asked to define, I watch my tone.

A smudge over yon can be anything.
Until I’m upon it, its truth won’t sing.

Instead, I think of what maybe could be.
Thus, rarely surprised by reality.