I am Jekyll; I am Hyde
The Yin and Yang constantly collide
I follow the light; I live in the dark
My silhouette is never stark

I want everything; I need nothing
Honest as a mirror but constantly bluffing
I am the whole and the hole
I am the wretched beautiful human soul

You are not the pen; you are the ink.
You are not your thoughts; you do not think.
The mind might be perpetual violence,
But you are the tranquil silence.

You are the watcher, you are not the mind.
You are the stillness; you await behind.
The possessing entity has you mistaken,
But become aware and you’ll awaken.