Bipolar Vision

A perfect circle is either a great beginning or a very bad ending,
normalcy prevails over tangents unlimited,
on every direction without a seam.

Sidelines seldom prove to be guiders, blamed to confine.
Limitless could be smothering, if its just space that all you seek.

A smile unleashes, when a right hand's in a right,
yet amazement rides the brow, at a wrong in wrong's delight.

Extremes sway on a path alike, conjoining, only to depart yet again,
salt is all that trickles, embodying everything that's bitter or sweet.
No pendulum swings preferentially, every saw is what you will see.

Not everything that shines is silver,
it could be gold, if not bronze you see.

If I could sell myself, I would not be worth it at all.
Buy me, if I come for free.