Oh the uncertainty of spring.

He is fire, freedom, and pain.

She is compassion, honesty, and joy.

I’m such a bitch for both sides of the coin.

I'm hidden in the grooves of a quarter, midair, on which side will I land?

Why can't i just stay here, forever falling, no bottom to my desperation?

The muse can be so cruel.

He digs toward a future buried in ash,

She flies for a tomorrow unpromised,

Oh the uncertainty of spring.

He sees in me a kindness i haven't denied,

She sees in me a creation ever so tender.

I don't know what I want to be and it's tearing me apart.

I've always been what someone needs,

I don't know what’s at my core anymore.

He is the yearning for revolution, for change, for passion.

She is the bed I haven't slept in for centuries, and I've grown so tired.

I want to be young, i want to be me, 

But who are they?