When I see the edge? So hard to rise, so blurred to keep it in sight

I feel something behind, another story hides from my eyes

Light brings life to shadow, and cause there’s heads, tails are born

Though I should know, I always forget that there’s another side

But, Lights never see shadows, or shadows never

If this is natural law, how can I see the edge?

Even though the mess I’m in, I know the obsess I’m in

Trying understand everything, blown under weight and mending pieces again

360 degrees, I’m going round in circle

Just repeat, delete and then down on my knees for deflected thoughts that we’re all in

I lose neutrality so easily, but I can’t let it go to see the truth behind the wall, it exists

It might gains me nothing, but I’ll see it through between the lines, I won't let go

There’re always two sides in the story. Bipolarity, we seem to forget, stands in front of me, but I clearly seeing it through as light shines through shadow and we can't tell heads or tails