What is The Duality of Man?
I ask myself this behind a wall with my-head-in-my-hands.
This wall is not only literally but metaphorically constricting.
The problem with me is, this abnormal behaviour is all too addicting.
I walk down the hall and stop to tell a friend of mine hi.
But then I think the better of it, leave with a sigh.
Why can I not act here like I act when Im alone?
This kind of monotiny, this kind of solemnity, I do not condone.
Why is it that I cannot be me?
Every social encounter I have and I feel like I mask myself,
not being able to show of my true identity, to be me in a way that condones living freely.
The actual me, the one behind my truest, purest personality; placed in the back of a shelf.
Every encounter and my identity is not me but what the situation calls for,
To be able to live carefree, to not sink into duality would be like opening a new door.
To break free from these chains, I just need to believe that I can
Therefore, I do so humbly propose, that this is my definiton of the Duality of Man.