THE MORAL COMPASS

A man walking down a narrow path between light and darkness.

In the realm where shadows blend with light,

A path winds forth, both dark and bright.

Footsteps tread where the lines do blur,

A silent walk, a subtle stir.

Beneath the sun, the righteous bask,

In moon's pale glow, the questions ask.

Each step a choice, a chance, a will,

To rise with dawn or shadows fill.

The light, it warms, the dark, it can teach,

Balance found in what each may reach.

Not all that's bright is just and kind,

Not all that's dark is foul, maligned.

A dance of contrasts, bold and subtle,

A tightrope walk through life's great shuttle.

In every heart, the battle rages,

As we pen our own life's pages.

So, walk we on, through light and shade,

In every act, our mark is made.

The line we walk, so fine, so narrow,

Reflects the truth, in light and shadow.