How could I choose dark or light?
Both are threads in the fabric of life.
How to decide between light or shade,
Dawn to dusk even silence fades.
The moon reflects, the sun reveals,
Yet neither holds what the heart feels.
Light can blind, and dark can guide—
Both exist, side by side.
The river flows, it does not choose,
Soft or strong, can neither lose.
So why should I, with fleeting breath,
Strain to choose in life or death?
I stand between, I let it be,
Both dark and light flow through me.
No right, no wrong, just shifting air—
The path is here, and everywhere.
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