Jasper:
I am not myself these days for all I
know I might be you
There's more than room enough for two inside my mind
Sapsea:
I am likewise in a haze of who I am from
scene to scene
What's more we two (we four, I mean)
are in a bind
Jasper:
For is it I or is it me?
Sapsea:
And if I'm him and if I'm he, each on of us might not
Agree on what to do
Jasper:
And if I take opposing sides within myself,
Then who divides up what is right or wrong?
Sapsea:
I'll go along with you
Both:
Ha'penny, one penny, tupenny, thrupenny
Twelve to a shilling, twice that to a florin
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Bob is your uncle from pennies to guineas
The two-sided mint is the rule, not exception
And would you not quite feel quite the fool of deception
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Sapsea:
Odds or evens, it's high or low
It's up or down or night
Jasper:
Heads or tails, or black and white
Or left and right or day!
Sapsea:
Nature seldom ever fails to most obligingly provide
An undisclosed opposing side to one's dismay
Jasper:
There's shadows on this shining morn
Sapsea:
If there's a rose it bears a thorn
Jasper:
You're as good as dead as soon as born
Both:
And yet we smile
Sapsea:
But luck's division is perverse
Jasper:
It seems to work more in reverse
Sapsea:
If things are better, they'll be worse in just a while
