The thoughts of left and right, of strict and free
Both equal halves of complex nerves and wires
Wound so tight in stress and conflicting fires
Two lobes, two neighbors in disputed peace

The left with structures high and grand but bland
And works of logic pasted at each stand
Efficient stations strive for perfection
Repeated tasks of flawless projection

Glitter, glamour, gushing rivers of gold
The right with lavish ideas; creative
one could say, and highly innovative
But stars' lights shine, a glimpse too fast to hold

These two lobes fight as nerves and wires wind tight
Incessant pain as tensions reignite