Yin Yang
Yin Yang
We make our own demons,
create our own gods.
Our lives, are a series,
of evens and odds.
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
Truth is a pearl, We all seek to hide.
Success, just failure turned on its head.
The path to victory, is littered with dread.
Desire and fear, the fraternal twin,
Thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
Shield you from all the arrows you’ll face.
You cannot win, without playing the game.
If nothing is changed, results are the same.
The life you make, is all in your mind,
To have tomorrow,leave yesterday behind.
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