In the silent hours when the moon is high,
I feel the surge of a thousand thoughts,
Racing through the corridors of my mind,
Like a wild river, untamed and free.

One moment I am soaring through the sky,
The world aglow with endless possibilities,
But then the shadows creep in stealthily,
Dragging me down into the abyss.

My heart a pendulum, swinging to extremes,
Caught between the sun and the storm,
Every joy a fleeting whisper,
Every sorrow a relentless roar.

Yet in this chaos, I find my strength,
A warrior in the battle of my own making,
Embracing the light and the dark within,
For in my duality, I am whole.