back and forth

why do i find myself
fluctuations in my balance,
from black to white to bright
colouring outside the lines.
the externalities i found
outside my shell
turn out to be opposite
sides of a cavern, where
i am the centre;
yet i gravitate nothing.

i’m looking for a reason
to fixate my place;
make my case.
yet i find myself
rolling between uphills,
ending where i started,
looking to where i began.

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