Life is made of three,
Demons, angels and little old me.Evil, good and somewhere in between,
Sighted, blind and barely seen.
A hero, a heroin and a narrator,
The people, the land and a decorator.
Actor, actress and a director,
A patient, a nurse and a doctor.
There's positive, negative and static energy,
Males and females with their cosmic synergy.
Two of everything and three of each,
Within arm's length and out of reach.
Call me normal, sane or kinda crazy,
Or hyper, still or super lazy.
There might be two sides to each story,
But there are always three parties in every glory.
Three of kind,
Three in mind.
Two ways,
Two gaze.
One for all,
And one goal.
An example that can work with all
You walk, you stumble and you fucking fall.
Life!