Duality Poem by Wesley Mincin

Duality

Living life with order do I fear the wrath of madness,
like gravity, a taunting force, metamorphosis of sadness.
Although I stand defiantly towards chaos and misery,
I catch a glance of madness as my future destiny.
I realize that as I fall into a line of order,
I feel a yearning from its dark, chaotic, free-willed other.
It's in the light of order that I am restricted so,
as I watch the side of madness mock and laugh at all I know.
I stare upon the chains that hold me back from anarchy,
and hold me back from what I see as truly being free.
It's madness that whispers in my ear to break these binding chains,
and relax as this chaos drives me mentally insane.
It promises that while insane I witness wanted freedom,
but cannot have it till I break from order binding kingdoms.
I won't be free from rules unless I break a few that's made,
so that I'll taste the fruits of chaos that I truly crave.
It's in my madness do I see my life at different views,
the sky is darker, fire's brighter, and the sun glows a different hue.
But it's through madness do I see duality of life,
the freedom gifted from madness while order leads to strife.