Standing in two worlds, two persons fight to be
Can't see the line or if my foot has crossed it
The line wavers like a drunken vision as each set of eyes look to see.
Two persons can't be two when there's only one of me.

I'm pushed and pulled so violently it causes me to stand still
The road around the mountain left, or the road to my right.
Trying to walk them both I can't do either right
Stumble up, forget the road, forge a new path with my will.

But the will is tricked and torn in two
Illusions flicker and deceive
Resolutions form and fade
It's so hard for two to see and agree as one what's true.

Stumbling up this mountain, first left, then right, now up
In a zigzag pattern sometimes I stumble and fall back down
Sometimes I manage to stand still and reflect on my journey
Clarity like a mountain stream for a time I follow it up.

Clouds move in, and then the sun
Step after stumbling step I make my way
Though at times it seems I have no way
Knowing that at each fall, or rest - my journey is not done.




Consider:

If you want to become whole,
first let yourself become broken.
If you want to become straight,
first let yourself become twisted.
If you want to become full,
first let yourself become empty.
If you want to become new,
first let yourself become old.
Those whose desires are few get them,
those whose desires are great go astray.
Dao De Jing