Dawn and Dusk

Sometimes I feel as if I live my life on the edge of shadows,

never fully basking in the sun nor lounging in the moon's dark side.

A fine line I somehow balance where part of me is dawn

and the other half of me is dusk.

 

A battle of conflicting lighting, of constant turmoil--

yet somehow I survive in this confliction of karma.

Will I ever feel the warmth of sun burning my face?

Shall I never see the ebony of a dreamless night?

 

I feel half alive, in limbo as if on a thin mist cloud

hovering over solid ground, my feet longing for contact.

How long will this stagnation last, I wonder?

For eternity? If so, how will my soul survive?

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