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.