Opposite forces

There are two forces, fighting for my attention, 

cellos of each other, they try their best to catch me, 

to get in my mind first... 

and from there, move on, to cope my hole body, 

and finally the intimacy of my soul.  

Those two forces are equally strong, 

and they are everywhere. 

They are caught by a line, that cuts me in two, too

and they go opposite ways, 

trying to take me with them.

Sometimes there is nothing I can do about, 

I can just let my self...

be.