The eternal optimist and
The sardonic realist
In my head
Are fighting for control
Last week, they were hiding in the trees and using bows and arrows.
Yesterday, it was a fencing duel.
Today, it’s a bare-knuckled fist fight.
I don’t know why they fight.
Neither will win.
I wish they’d just stop and share a cup of tea already.
Maybe with some petit fours.