Balance

I can hear them argue
The perfect angle
May not be the angel
Of the ying and yang

One suffocates the other
But it is me who can’t breathe
What is the fun of living
If caution must follow

These two only lead
To two extremities
I burn at each corner
And tend my wounds after

I’m the face in the mirror
The turmoil of duality
I am the two
I am the one

Vera