Downhill, downtrodden left a slave

New day on the verge to find the grey

Floors swing and slope downhill to bring

Middle grounds set on wavering

Two sides to flip and coax a blink

Lying on the fence, on the brink

Dealt an empty hand

Opposed to delete any bridge to stand

Polarized this side

Shades display this trade

Off to buy halfway games that bore my days

End of my phase today

I'm not willing to meet in the middle

End tragedy, solve the riddle

And dissipate ideals of indecision

Pipe dreams like these will cease and die

This face

Unveiled my mask

What's right is not balanced

You're tripped by intent to stretch

Searches coerce a mesh

But find no chance to clench against

Facts still remain to refute the quest

I'll fight to remain unbalanced

If that equates to remaining stagnant

I'm no longer the same as the halfway days

No time delays

To cease and die

This face

You wanted to know why I'm different

Why I refuse to open my mind

'Cause that relative stance is inadequate

To fulfill what I need inside

Many souls on the brink of collapse

Inside the midst of these so-called answers

So willing to embrace those pipe dreams so lost

And neglecting their only real chance

So willing to hinge in the balance

Your state is so desperate, so blank

So empty and left with this notion

That doesn't hold water or weight

It's dark or light so decide and face

Dark

Light

Dark

Light

So decide