I part myself in two identities,
Bipolar, logic and passion.
My mind and my heart grew separately,
Became two forked entities,
Begging for my possession among hap hazardous ration.
But I need my own cease fire, temporarily.
Alas, I am my own enemy.
So now, it's time for action.
I cling on my own coattails, desperately.
But the she wolf stabs me, devilishly;
A stealthy assassin.
What price should I pay for serenity?
My insides become visions of entropy,
Energy waning and flashing,
A predisposed curse, consuming me.
Yet, still, I find my light among the continuity,
Youth, friendship, beauty, love, and humane compassion;
With these weapons, I can salvage the one, the only, complete, me.