The Door Opens At Both Sides

Where there is a second coming
There is a moments turning,
A name, face or a pain that won’t just heal
A punch or a break in the wheel.

There’s little we’ve seen of a magic wand
Time fills all up like the bond
Between water, cement and sand
Life and death, two that are planned.

At one point, a happy beginning
The other, with a little slice of ego
The beginning of an amazing end
From both sides, all would attend.

Victor Oyedele