Two brothers stood in a lot
Gazing above, lost in thought
One said that they will die
The other said, why, oh brother, why?
The brother smiled and said
Birth is the start of the cycle of life
Life is the dead middle
Death is a phase, but not the end
The after life is the end of the cycle
Where you return and it starts again
But why brother, tell me why
Do I know this and you do not?
The other said
We are opposites
We are the gaps
Of each other's potential
Like Chocolate and Vanilla
Like Sun and Moon
Like Life and Death
What you are
I am not
And what I am
You are not
And thus . . .
The two brothers sat
Lost in thought