Between right and wrong, being stuck so long,
When two poles meet, with no room for defeat,
Amidst truth and lies, hiding in disguise,
There is some wisdom, without conundrum.
The angel is in peace, with divine expertise,
The devil is content, with ignorant intent,
Fighting all desire, like ice and fire,
Lost is the mortal, trying to be an immortal.
Two roads once met, and regret filled me,
I chose the road levelled, for the road less travelled,
And I made my peace, healthy and in one piece,
Problems never cease, but I decided to find peace.
When you travel a while, it is hard to reconcile,
Life is not stark, like light and dark.
It is natural to stray; we are genuinely grey.
Make peace with the wrong; life is not that long.