Identity

Identity

You are the breeze that arrives with sudden brush

And the dusk that yearns for truth

Only you, the moon in the sky

You, the occasional eclipse

You, the deceiver of eyes

Because you are the moon that belongs in the night

But still you thrash around,

Because you are a cancer, engaging in fight

You are unbalanced, yet you are in peace

Your indecisiveness leaves you, the murk,

Suspended halfway down a chasm of trickery

Until you embrace yourself, the breeze

While you glaze and glide

Up or down because you are direction

You have only to decide.