There is a fight going on
inside me.
It is a terrible fight
between Heraclitus and Democritus.
Which of those two
will gain the upper hand
over me this time?
Will I end up
appearing in public
with a mocking and a laughing face,
finding the condition of man
vain and ridiculous?
Or will I be wearing
a face perpetually sad,
and eyes filled with tears,
having pity and compassion
for the same condition of ours?
A fight
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