I am a paradox, both light and dark,
A mixture of contrasts that leave a mark,
I am the calm and the raging storm,
The flower that blooms and the thorn.
I am a paradox, both strong and weak,
A blend of contradictions that makes me unique,
I am the fire and the gentle breeze,
The mountain that rises and the ocean that seas.
I am a paradox, both joy and sorrow,
A combination of emotions that I borrow,
I am the sunshine and the pouring rain,
The pleasure and the pain.
I am a paradox, both kind and cruel,
A duality that I cannot overrule,
I am the moon and the shining sun,
The battle that's lost and the victory won.
I am a paradox, both love and hate,
A balance of feelings that I contemplate,
I am the beginning and the end,
The enemy and the friend.
I am a paradox, both truth and lie,
A blend of realities that make me shy,
I am the wisdom and the foolishness,
The courage and the weakness.
I am a paradox, both you and me,
A puzzle that's never complete or free,
I am the question and the answer,
The dancer and the dancer's master.
