Is it scary? How safer I feel with the dark?
That I always went for the kids, and never the park?
Trapped by people on the other side. Who loved the outside, and not the inside.
What is light? Its strangeness cases me to hide.
And run back to the shadows, where I usually fall back, and abde.
But, if I decide to ride the rollercoaster? Light or dark ride?
Do I need to close my eyes? Pretend my shadows are by my side?
Is it bad that I have more than one shadow? If I said I didn’t, I lied.
Sneezing, I flinch, and close my eyes. Embracing the light, the same rules are applied.
I’d run into the dark with no thought of light, but what if there is someone new that I have not met?
What if she wants me to give you my shadows? And I fall into her bright, but gloomy net?
What if I trade my soul for her dark light? What if she wants to wager? Wants to bet?
What if she makes me believe that the dark is not bad after all? So her presence I’ll let.
No rules are set… yet.
I need to forget everything that I have been told. She would want me to leave my thoughts of light to join her life.  
Dark, irresistible features. Beautiful, but cold. She would want me to leave my place here, to be her wife.
But that’s no life.
Look at the dark in me. Look at what could be my light.
I know that I put the darkness there. I know that it’s a self-inflicted fight.
Will I ever turn my darkness to light? My moon to Sun?
Will every shadow, every part be gone? Every single one?
With my thoughts of light as my enemy, my ally. Strength, and weakness. Will I stand or run?
When all my light goes dark, or all my dark goes light, will the war be done?
Who will be the one who won? Am I the one? Who’ll be entirely light? Or dark? Who will choose all or none?
I guess that I am lark and dight. I guess both is right. I will be unmarried, but still be a wife.
But that’s no life.