When a person gazes into the mirror,
They see the reflection of who they are,
A singular image, a defined truth,
But a Gemini, what do they see?
A thousand selves, a thousand reflections,
None fully formed, all fragmented and free.

In solitude, we find solace,
Yet in the same breath, we feel its weight,
A paradox woven into the very fabric of our being
The joy of silence, the ache of isolation,
Two truths we cannot reconcile,
Two fates we cannot escape.

The mind of duality, what a bitter grace,
A dance of opposites, a struggle for space.
We love what we loathe, and loathe what we crave,
Freedom that imprisons, chains that we save.
The very essence of who we are,
Is both light and shadow, near and far.

Does the Gemini suffer a curse unseen?
Is this the mark of a soul torn between
Two paths, two choices, two truths to hold?
Is astrology a map to guide or deceive,
A tool for the devil to weave his lie,
Or merely a mirror reflecting our fractured sky?

Still, the duality persists, undeniable, real,
The ability to see both sides, yet never feel
Wholly one, wholly free,
Torn between loyalty and what we should be.
Two wrongs don’t make a right
But can two rights ever ignite the light?

When our minds battle, they tear at the seams,
Is this division the cost of our dreams?
Were we ever whole, or merely a glimpse,
Of the perfect unity we cannot attain?
But when the two minds align, a force arises,
A weapon forged in the fire of contradictions,
Unstoppable, invincible, full of wisdom’s grace.

The bliss of clarity intertwined with confusion,
Sanity lost in the rapture of delusion.
Oh Gemini, you are both curse and gift,
One mind will rise, and the other must shift.
For in your duality lies both your strength and pain
A soul unchained, yet always in strain.

Gemini, know this truth in your bones:
With two minds, you are never alone.
In the dance of duality, you are both fractured and whole,
An eternal struggle, an untold toll.
Yet in this battle, you will find your soul.