A pair of melodies

Ring in the air

And come upon my listening ear

They rise and fall

To different beats

And conflicting harmonies is what I hear

I gaze around

To espy their source

intending then, to laugh and jeer

I find without
I am alone
So from within they must appear
The morning light
The evening dark
And I choose which to sing and fear

- Casey Allen




...hmm, it's like this a lot isn't it?