A candle was lit
In a room full of dark
Light flickered,
Shadow still remained
Only few centimetres sufficed
To inflict the wound
To show a fact
Light and dark, far apart from each other
Still cling desperately to each other
As ones existence is completed by the other
Imperative for the other
Living together and separated

The morals, the rights and the wrongs
Another existence inflicting wounds on us
With morals come questions, basis and differentiations
Who is right? Who is wrong?
No clear definitions
Blurry lines, pensive us
Cloistered in our minds
Fighting them, with ourselves
Lodged between them feeling helpless
Surviving the judgements
Passed on us by our own selves
Destroying or rebuilding
The paths vary each time
Some times merges into one
Sometime diverges away from the other
Yet appear at each crossroad
With new turns, new judgements, new sufferings. With their shadows walking with us
Only a few centimetres, always sufficed.

By Rensaisei