To one man a dream could be another’s nightmare.
To one woman one love could be another’s hate.
Without trial and pain mankind knows no happiness—
Opposition creates ironic balance in our pathetic, earthly state.
Black. White. One with all colors, one with none—logically the one
would hate the other, and yet together create a gorgeous, starlit night.
Fire and ice cannot exist one next to the other, and yet to say them—
Their names—Side by side: the tongue approves of the sound they create.
Smooth—as if just one word. The relevance of this is just the opposite—
Irrelevant. Just a meaningless realization I enjoy to myself that another
Would find a waste of priceless thought. Fire and ice—again. Smooth.
To me it brings a smile—to you a roll of your superior eyes. Superior. You to me—
The inferior. Opposites. Enemies. And friends. Different. And the same.
Opposition creates ironic balance in our pathetic, earthly state.