I am my own paradox

I want to live evermore,
But accept death as the truth for sure,

Accept that happiness is a state of mind,
But still have money, career, love etc to find,


Knowledge which equips with sense,
But still never give up some innocence


A physical strength to bear any pain,
But eyes which can cry clouds of rain,

A mind which makes me so much able,
But a heart which makes me vulnerable,

A firm belief in the game of fate,
But somewhere don’t accept what destiny has to state,

A hope that keeps me sane,
But the endless wait drives me insane,

An age and maturity to make me mild,
But still I am stubborn like a child,

An urge to say it all and express,
But a restraint which forces to suppress,

A want that she loves me for some time,
But also accept that it’s not possible in this life time

A push to get away from her forever,
But somewhere wish this happens never,


There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end
I am my own worst enemy and best friend,

A simple inexplicable,
I am paradox fable