How can we walk down this path,
Where light and dark so violently clash?
The darkness is always pulling and tearing,
So unlike the light, always loving and caring.
They twist and mingle, making slight spots of gray,
But you shouldn't even harbor a single thought to stray.
To stray from the light would mean such corruption,
That your mind'd be lost, you wouldn't even function!
Though the light can be at times so stark and so strict,
To disobey would mean that you'd be made a convict!
And convicts they absolutely don't stand for,
You'd be banished, with them kicking you right out of the door!
It still makes you wonder though,
Could I just place in it, a single toe?
To feel what it's like to love and to hate,
Not to be emotionally barren, like such a clean slate.
It matters not to me though,
For I will always know.
That this is my path, and mine alone,
Though everyone else has their own.
And I was born for it, as it was made for me,
It shall never escape from me, nor shall I flee.
Because we were meant for each other,
And there shall never be a chance for another.