I am the sun, but I am also the moon,
I am the ruler of this broken kingdom
where there are ever lurking shadows
taunting “you will always be this way”

Two halves in a marriage of contradiction,
yet there is not one without the other,
and wouldn’t a true unity be sweeter
than two sides at constant war

Twisting tides in the pit of my stomach,
ebbing and flowing until time stands still
and I become immensely aware of this conflict
waiting to spill out as i’m torn apart

You’ll do no better than to hibernate
from the cold winds of the harshest winters,
and perhaps I could build the strongest fortress
but what good would that do in the end

At the end of the day they are both who I am,
and all I can do is let the two live in harmony.
So I shall balance both weights on my shoulders
and learn to cherish them for what they are