Blind but Seeing Signs

Poetic Virtues...
I ponder whilst searching for positive...

You know how when you connect negative and positive cables of any sort; such as jumper cables, speaker wire, and etc... they always seem to give a spark? Or the occasional rude awakening... With that thought... Allow me to begin:


This Red;
This Black...
Affiliated with the agility to jump right back.
Whether it is shock,
Or just a bad dream...
Nothing is truly what it seems.
My thoughts they rule me,
My mind wiped clean...
Caught in between a balance,
Of hatred of a reality...
And the hatred of my fantasy...
Take my hand and dance with me;
Back and forth.
This mission;
This Conflict...
Dare we abort?
Still the same questions,
Too silent to speak aloud...
I'm just as good as you are me;
Is there really a reason to be...
Proud?
Thinking aloud;
This speaker is thumping...
Rhythmically jiving,
Surviving on nothing...
Where am I going?
Left... Or Right?
Please follow me into the dark...
Let us find our light...
White and Black;
This Good is Evil...
Vise versa could hurt ya,
Feebly searching for steeples...
Look at all the people looking around;
Are they staring at me?
I search for the ground...
My head held high?
Eh,
I can't lie...
Each sentence I say:
End's with a sigh...
So positive or negative?
Or to hell with it all?
I wish I could find who I was,
To remember the fall...
but still after stories and stories...
We all fall down...
Is this all a big act?
Or am I still waiting to be found?
Too bad when we hit gravel;
Through battle there's no sound...
With that being said...
why choose a side?
Blend these colors of madness...
Watch as I climb...
Higher and Higher,
Not a liar:
Divine.
I need no directions;
Just the eyes to see signs.