Paradox of the Soul

The darkness and light
The peace and the fight
The black and the white
The blind and the sight

Opposites, the same
One friend, one to blame
One ran and one came
One walking, one lame

They live, yet they die
They laugh, but they cry
There's wondering why
A lost soul must sigh.

At Sunrise, Sunset
He's been there, not yet
The dry weather's wet
As he casts his net

At the end, not start
To greet, not to part
Nitwitted, they're smart
Alone, give their heart