Yo

I live a double life. In neither one
Am I completely present. How could I?
For from each one I have to say goodbye
So frequently that all the times it's done
Just flow together and comingled run
Out at my ears. I do not wonder why
Or softly sit and droop my head and sigh,
But still I feel the stress forever dun
My self-reserves. I would not change this life
If all that I could change was me alone
But I would alter the eternal strife
Between my lives that has by this time grown.
I cannot be both places at one time
And fail to substitute myself with rhyme.