The Labyrinth

Even in my mostconscious moment,there's part of methat's still asleepEven in my mostjoyous moment,there's part of methat's sorrowful

Even in my most

magnanimous moment,

there's part of me

that's still unkind

Even in my most

enlightened moment,

there's part of me

that's hard to findEven in my highestmoment of confidencethere's part of methat's still in doubtEven in my highestmoment of claritythere's part of methat's still confusedEven in my mostpleasurable moment,there's part of methat's still in painEven in my highestmoment of truth,there's part of methat  lives a lieEven in my mostforgiving moment,there's part of methat's unforgivingEven in my mostpatient moment,there's part of methat's always hurried

Even in my moment

of serenity

there is part of me

that's in conflict

Even in my mostpeaceful moment,there's part of methat's still at warEven in my most

lived moment

there is part of me

that wants to die

Even in my mostliberated moment,there's part of methat's still a slave