spent my life choosing sides.
Light or darkness.
Strength or softness.
Reason or instinct.
Order or chaos.
I thought becoming wholemeant destroying half of myself.
Then the mirror asked:
What if both are yours?
[VERSE 1 — THE DIVIDED SELF]
I learned to split myself in piecesjust to make the world understand.
I called one side acceptableand buried the other in the sand.
I showed them all my couragewhile hiding every fear.
I called my anger weaknesswhen it was screaming to be heard.
I wanted to be certain.
Pure.
Defined.
Easy to explain.
But every piece I sacrificedcame back to speak my name.
The gentle part.
The violent thought.
The rational mind.
The restless heart.
The person I wanted to become.
The person I was afraid to be.
I kept declaring waragainst everything I couldn't reconcile.
Until I realizedI was fighting myselfand calling it growth.
[PRE-CHORUS]
What if the light needs shadow?
What if strength needs vulnerability?
What if I don't have to choose?
What if becoming wholemeans finally letting both exist?
[CHORUS]
I am the paradox.
The fire and the rain.
The wound and the healing.
The pleasure and the pain.
I am the paradox.
The question and the truth.
I'm not one perfect answer.
I'm everything I'm becoming.
I don't have to choosebetween the pieces of myself.
I can hold the contradiction.
I can become whole.
[VERSE 2 — BETWEEN OPPOSITES]
Baphomet stood between the oppositesI thought could never meet.
Light burning through the darkness.
Darkness underneath the light.
Reason reaching toward instinct.
Instinct asking reason why.
I wanted one sideto conquer the other.
But conquest only creates another wound.
So I stopped asking:
"Which one is right?"
And started asking:
"What does each one know?"
My anger knows where my boundaries live.
My fear knows where I'm vulnerable.
My desire knows what pulls me forward.
My reason knows when desire can become a chain.
My tenderness knows how to connect.
My strength knows how to stand.
None of them deserve the throne.
None of them deserve exile.
They are instruments.
Voices.
Pieces of a larger languageI am still learning to speak.
I don't have to become my shadow.
I don't have to destroy my darkness.
I have to understand it.
Because what I refuse to understandwill eventually control me.
And what I face with awarenesscan become something different.
[CHORUS]
I am the paradox.
The fire and the rain.
The wound and the healing.
The pleasure and the pain.
I am the paradox.
The question and the truth.
I'm not one perfect answer.
I'm everything I'm becoming.
I don't have to choosebetween the pieces of myself.
I can hold the contradiction.
I can become whole.
[VERSE 3 — INTEGRATION]
I used to think healingmeant becoming someonewho never broke.
Now I think healingmeans learning how to rebuild.
I used to think strengthmeant never being afraid.
Now I know strengthcan look like saying:
"I'm afraid."
I used to think freedommeant n
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