To find comfort

To find comfort, I can't say for sure...

Is it sitting in an open meadow contemplating my shadow

- Or was it basking in the afterglow of my very own tableau.

I often find comfort in the darkest of formalities,

for when I see these awkward abnormalities

It feels like a different sensuality.

But when the yin comes to my yang,

A more pronounced light is shone.

Lighting up the darkness, escaping all the sharpness,

- evening out the absurdness.

A particular personality comes in mind,

From snakes to butterflies, I can't say for sure...

I find comfort in the semi-darkness,

Where my mind can stay pure.