I think I must have a split personality
That there are two diffrent Carolines
living in one body

One soars through the night
seeking perfection and the adoration of all she sees
she lives in a cardboard world of illushions and beauty
she breaths rosin and sweat
she blooms in the burning dawn of the stage lights
she is my soul,
dancing on the milkyway

one flys through the air on the back of her truest friend seeking axhileration and strength
she lives in a world of pounding hooves
she breaths sweat and manure
she thrives in the cooling shade of a barn
she is my heart,
home on the farm

I am in constant battle
against myself
heart versus soul
a constant battle in my blood
never knowing who may win from one day to the next


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