Two rusty I's

They are like two rusty I's
   iron blocks, but a different size

one is there, other one here
    never get too close or near

has own will and stubborn mind
    quite often, radically the other kind

one shows a rusty face
   salty water found it's place

both know the feeling "left alone "
   seeking for shelter, home to go

it's sad if things turn out so bad
    I's must bend or find own path

It's hard to figure out new lines
    draw oneself out from a depressed times

can't keep up a charade, a happy mask
   must make decisions, unpleasant questions ask

and eyes stare behind a rusty gate
     "Do You have another life to wait? "