She keeps me tossing and turning at night

As he forces me to wake up at first light

She believes in love at first sight 

And he strengthens the grip on her kite 

 

She is relentlessly hopeful

Marching instinctively to her own drum,

She assures a life that is never dull

One that is full of love, adventure, and fun

 

He is cautious and sharp-witted

Having never made an impetuous mistake,

He knows that his decisions are much better fitted

And is unbothered with matters of love and fate

 

She and He are incompatible enemies

And surely I must be the most desired starship 

As they are constantly fighting for control of the keys

Yet with no voice, all I can do is pray the vessel doesn’t tip

 

Who wins the battle of control?

Feeling or Thinking?

 

Who is the heroic protagonist?

Who defeats the prideful antagonist?

The one who believes or the one who knows?

She asks these questions, while He merely goes

 

As He does not care enough to ask

As if it would be a fruitless task

Yet to Her it is an essential fight

She keeps me tossing and turning at night