Invisible they are though felt
Binds to something with its occult
Loose it seen yet tight like catapult
Free are you till reach a halt
One side pulls to truth and serene
Other to abyss and oblivion
Uphill to placid, by default to debase
Difficult to differentiate, harder to burgeon
Eager to come out, tighter the rope
If one loosens other entangles
Not to choose one over another
But reject both for utopian self
Desire of rope to be conquered
Will free up itself and make way
Extremes of abyss and glory will dissappear
Reveals true nature amidst agony
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