Two Sides

Around 1996, I got into buddhism in a big way, big way and this next poem kinda reflects
the logic of that.

Not sure if i agree with this looking back but i like the wordplay in it and i think it touches on the split i had with Sian my first major girlfriend from around 1996.

There are two sides

To every story.

There are two sides

To every coin

For every tale

Told

Wrote

Or described.

There is another

Version to it

Another way of telling it

Perhaps focusing on

Another character,

Perhaps changing

The ending

Perhaps remembering

Things in a slightly

Different way

The road is open

And the choices are many

But which is the right one

And the wrong one?

Only you can decide

Only you can decide.