There is the mind and then there are the mindless
there is the time and then are moments which are timeless
there is a price whatever we choose but how could we ever value the priceless
there are the eyes full of dream yet my nights are dreamless
there is the heart full of hope but there are these strands of hopelessness
why everything is filled yet empty, why is there a sweet nectar and the bitter tang
I guess the yin and yang are the eternal pendulum oscillating between rain, sunshine and the winter chills
I know no more yet I have learnt and understood so little...