Adaptive Mutuality

By contract, by jove
By ledger, by stove
Our journeys will wind
The clocks in our minds

Each second a record
Of laughter and discord
Where on each shoulder
Tears and our boulders

We push and we rush
In mush and in brush
Scratches and blood
Filled up with mud

Chewed up and out
We cease our pout
We'll act once again
Mix-matched in pen