Some of this and some of that.

Some people write,
some people read.
Makes all the difference you need
to tell a poet from a grunt,
a butterfly from an ant
and those who can from those who can't.

Some people sit on the fence
they're just trying to make sense
of the storm raging on
till the ring of the phone
or the meet with a gaze
lifts them up from their laze
ushers them into action,
by igniting a passion,
they thought forever was gone,
giving them reason to moan.
But it's always been there,
just suspended mid-air
and awaiting a spark
to like a champion charge back.

Some people think
while others do
and you don't pick which one is you.
So you can only hope
you have mentality to cope.
'Cause no one can hide
from the Judge who lives inside.