A War within Myself

How do I speak to the complexities of my Mind?
Do I give tell to the beauty of the blue-green world around me?
Or do I cry of the Darkness within?
My Fears? My Hate?
My Love or Joy?
How Torn can one man remain before he is ripped asunder
by this warring Universe?
Do my thoughts fly higher than most?
Gathering the Inexplicable, the Unpublished truth to my bosom,
Like a warm, close friend, or a weapon used in Murder?
How can two such extremes exist within one mind,
Without the Sun falling through the speckled darkness of the nothingness 
Of Space?
And the Moon breaking into a million pieces of luminescent rock?
Do I forever continue to chase the ever fleeting blue ghost of light at the edge
of my vision? Or do I wait... to let it die... fade into something less than a memory?
I know not the answers. My soul screams
(EXIST!)
My mind says.... Too many different contradictory things.
My mind... Is Not to be Trusted...