Some things are meant to co-exist,
but never mix,
of this, no truer words have been spoken,
Just like dark and light,
or day and night,
Or love for a heart that’s been broken.
While neither opposite is to blame,
the outcome’s the same,
The impossibility is still drawing it’s breath.
For what’s possible is moot,
the impossible, so absolute,
Just as one cannot be alive in their death.
We must play by these rules,
or be deemed as fools,
That water can never quench the thirst of a fire.
Despite however good alone,
there are roles to be owned,
And the truth cannot be held by the liar.