Paradox Poem by James Darwin Smith II

I have learned to cloak myself from the living
From the eyes of lost and found dreams
But at the same time
My eyes became blind of any hope
And this affliction became cured with disease

What if wrong was really right?
What if right was really wrong?
What if these feelings within had light?
Would the dark still shine right in?
Or would the light be the one that was dim?

Your guess is as good as mine
Or is your guess is a unfamiliar simile
Running rampant around chaos
Wondering what has become of nothing
Of an everyday occurrence
With lots of uneventful happenings

Don't take this the wrong way
I am left with being right
Or right with being left?
To the north, south, East, West
Of a west eastern, North Southern
The depolarization of balanced direction

I'm just doing fine
But if I wasn't
Would that be a crime?
A punishment of neglect
A void left looming over silence
And heads turning away?

With a perfectly imperfect unity
My universe becomes set in motion
Emotions thick as ever
Yet hidden in this black hole
Of dying stars secret constellation
Discovered by undiscovered exploration

But again
Thank you
I still am doing fine
Welcome to my heart
It has no price
Dive on through
Explore, Implore, Explore
Open and shut
Shut and open
Each of it's astral doors
Hybrid of pure design

Body on earth
Mind in space
Spirit hunting flesh
Flesh hunting spirit
And this heart beats gracefully of stress

Destination paradox
Where nothing makes nonsense
While making sense of it all

A place where wonderland lays loathing in pity
Oblivious to any sort of motioned motionless sublime

I was impaled inside the looking glass
Thus I never looked back
I came from the looking glass
Now wonderland is painted black

My life was always a paradox
And the world is too normal to grasp