I didn’t choose to be a paradox
It’s simply so unorthodox
And seem to be a dark anomaly
A weird asserted mystery
Somehow defined by ambiguity
Make rational decisions stupidly
I didn’t wish it, but here I am
I am a lamb; I am a ram
I’m definitely undefined
Confused, refused, then re-defined
I am not sure and yet assured
That when time comes I am insured
I’m two unlikes on the same end
I am a good, which good amends
Stranger than thou, weaker than thou
But somehow plow a larger plow
Two parallels run within me
Both magnet polars, complexity
I seem to live in joyous death
Yet I take pleasure in every breath
Unsatisfied in my content
And happily at times lament
I live inside pure non-conformity
Thus love’s a burden, hence I am free
© Viktoria Nikola