Personal Enigma

Perhaps in my surge of enthusiasm

I ponder all possibilities then hold it in my hand

Maybe in that moment where I grasp a bolt of lightening

Nothing is out of reach

Hope becomes the fruit of my labor

But then reality sits beside me

I lay beside my decisions

Both good and bad

Executed and discarded

They judge me and follow me

Bind me and free me

But they are mine

I am a collaboration of dark and light

Bitter and sweet

I am either someone that pulls you in

Or an enmity that repels

You can not unravel my DNA to match your own

I can not shape shift you to meet my needs

I am so simple I become complex

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