On one hand the word Angel is tattooed
On the other the word Devil is imbued.
Searching for a happy medium
Endless hours of unhappy tedium.

I am both good and bad
I am both happy and sad

Others before me, been and gone
Therefore I'm not the only one.
Questioning this paradigm conundrum
A pattern unique in its construction.

I am both simple and complex
I am both picture and text

Serpentine synapse unmapped
Thought collision, overlapped
What makes a rational decision?
Is it the lack of derision?

I am both dark and light
I am both surrender and fight.

Is there an element of balance?
Poverty combined with decadence.
A supposed hallowed middle ground
Much sought after but rarely found.

I am both rich and poor
I am both less and more.

I am, et ego.