A love for pure white

The entire source of the worlds light

Think about it, if you could,

How it's embodies our idea of what is good.

Sun in our skies

The beautiful promise of no more lies.

A darkness so deep

No happiness to keep

Because the absence of empathy

Is the metaphor of what is to be

Moon in the night

The stage for most of the worlds fright.

One cannot be without their counterpart

So once you see, you'll begin to start

Start to believe there is bad in the good

Now I don't want to be misunderstood,

Because there is also good in the bad

Never look away when experiences are to be had.