Good and Evil

I dont know what a world is. Or why it should exist.
A world I try so hard to keep.
A world too good to resist.
I dont know what this is.
If I left it I could find it in the darkest lonesome night.
It is so possible for me to find,
and difficult to put out of mind.
I dont know what this is that I grasp and hold so tight.
Like that distant, unreachable light
that I feel when im outside.
Such a gruesome feeling yet
not another could have met
The days in my world never set...
And when my lashes filter night
And no more is left in sight
another world is near for me to find
or perhaps a memory from my mind
which I run to when I hide
or sit and think or scrutinize
about why I must take part and abide
If a world can't be only light, and darkness is it's other side.