Duality

Duality


Two forces work inside me, one is dark and one is light
Two forces work inside me, one hidden and one in sight
Two forces work inside me, ever warring for my choice
Two forces work inside me, one loud, one quiet voice

Life it would be simple, and my choices would be clear
If I could silence one part inside, forever to be still
But isn’t that the point though? Two compound in the one?
The lesser light to rule the night, we’re given moon and sun

Each part it is has its season, summer, spring, and fall
And when winter comes, and calls the heart, this you should recall
Summer needs it’s winter, day needs the night
You wouldn’t no what peace meant, if you’d never seen a fight

So in the dead of winter, when feelings have gone numb 
Look to the sun, remember, that summer soon shall come
And if you can remember, these moments will be sweet
And find that all four seasons, make the heart complete



-CDG

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