Surprise is what I find
At the lack of depth
From a brilliant mind

The ying and yang
Of thought wrong play
Both together make up one say

An apple doesn't grow
Or make the sauce that it needs
When it's picked off a lemon tree

Your ying and yang my old friend
Should be only about hate
With no Love entered in

It's a definite difference in subject I see
Which is confusing enough
With out an added energy