One of us will live, and one will not.
I know it will be stuck with us forever.
The twins stuck together.

I will grow old and you shall stay young.
One twin has a beard and one doesn't.
I shall live and you would die, at what cost.

If I were to die, would you survive?
Would you be like me but with a different name?
What if we both survived would every thing be the same?

This poem is inspired by Jonas Wood of MOMA