The futile search for meaning has led all sufferers
to a conclusion of meaninglessness.
We try to decode life in two extremes,
we witness being good and evil
but one shouldn't look further to prove this extremes
switching from the standard of ethics or morality
set by the observer.

We see right and wrong dwelling amongst
heroes and villains and if we earn the strength to be wise,
we see glimpses of light streams passing between these cracks.
In the end we try to make sense of such times
but meaningless existence comes in to focus,
and our purpose presents itself.

We have made the blackness evil and the light
Goodness forgetting there is sometimes
Beauty in darkness as much as there is
Danger alluring in the light.

Ironically what we find there
is our dark self starring back at us
leaving us no other choice than conceiving the duality of life.
Each of us is capable of both the dark and the light,
good and evil.

In the end we are all responsible as a result of our destiny
being rerouted by the choices we make,
the roads we travel and the love we hold on to.
Those extremes we make life.