The Paradox of Opposition

What is life,

Without its counterpart death

What is strife,

Without the decision of happiness

Can life or strife be forced upon,

The silent unsuspecting

Who have chosen whether dusk or dawn,

To live 'til death, as happy

But oh, says he who is contradicted,

Caught contemplating the freedom in prison,

If there is no life without death,

No suffocation without breath,

How then can any choice be chosen?

No choice can possibly matter,

If matter does not counter

Antimatter, which does not shatter,

Without its counter counting the latter

Truly, 'tis a paradox,

Its solution worth millions

And yet nothing at all,

Could solve its dastardly appearances

Its appearances which conquer,

Every thought, bright or somber

That if life can dwell,

With death as well,

Time cannot go onward.