I learned about dualism a year ago.
How everything comes from two.
I only applied it to literature though,
until I realized it really is me and you.
I am bold when something is important to me,
yet I shy away because people judge.
I live in the moment and feel free,
but then I'm trapped in the past- no escaping a grudge.
I dance all the time when I am alone,
but around you,
I'm a nuisance, always stepping on your toes.
Sometimes I pretend I'm through
with the judgement and hate and my fate.
I think I can make my own path,
dig my own grave.
But then I feel His touch of grace (or maybe wrath)
and suddenly I'm once again a part of a plan.
People tell me I look sad,
I think it's my eyes.
But I'm honestly happy; it just makes me mad
that I want to change the world but I'm not yet wise
enough to even make a difference.
I say maybe one day I'll put it all behind me.
But do I really want to do that?
Everything that now seems so pressing in the moment's heat
is what makes up the person I will be.
I am of two;
You are of two.
This thought has taken over in my head.
But even though we say we're all this and that,
we're really only alive, then dead.