Paradoxity

When in utter darkness you can still see the light,
And when violence begets violence; we continue to fight.
Where the recluse is still, with the ability to explore,
When more becomes less, and less is more.
Where the stationary mind is yet set adrift,
And the altruistic soul can still attract rift.
Where dreams are real and reality is a dream,
And all is nothing and nothing what it seems.
When Nature nurtures, and plays the serial killer,
And the glass half empty appears to be fuller.
When one flirts with death and returns back to life,
And the war against terror perpetuates strife.
When one can find nothing in something,
Yet conjure something out of nothing.
Where meaning is lost and meaninglessness found,
And the sound of silence is still but a sound.
When you’re free to love and yet bound by love,
Receiving little refuge from the heavens above.
Where you can laugh so hard that you begin to cry,
And seek unattainable truths yet continue to try.
Where further from Nature, approaches the confined city,
Where there’s even a paradox within paradoxity.