Half good and half evil
Half good and half evil (12-04-2019)
Man is like tree, half good and half evil. The higher he’s reaching out to the sun, the deeper his roots are plunging into the darkness. (pause with commas and check out also my music and book)
In the middle, of the forest
On the open place, aside
Little seed, a flying modest
Landed by the soil, abide
Basking in the sun, it grows
Shaping up, a curly tree
To the light, a bit arose
Into darkness, set a spree
Like myself, at early childhood
Smiling in the sun, I was
Feeling coldness, of the backwood
Grasping me, with grayish claws
Time has past, but understanding
Never’s dawned, onto my mind
Why is mildness, evil landing
Sighted some, but most blind
Tree’s matured, big and soaring
Reaching out to the sun
And its roots are deep exploring
Evil sources’ down-run
I am balancing the flooring
Black and white, the game of chess
If the white’s a little scoring
Black is rolling up the stress