Analysis of Moving inside

Is it evil, is it bad?
Do you ignore?
Or are you sad?
Projections of a tormented mind
Where the inner and outer grind
Unable to find
My eyes grow wide
Taking in a vision
Of a landscape that is normally hidden
Indescribably by through description
My struggle is quiet
I abide by it
Struggle and beauty
connected at their hearts
The clouds and the blue sky shake hands
The moon and the sun part ways
But the moon always returns with a grin
And the sun always takes him in
Enveloping him in his light and warmth
the struggle silent
A familiar friend and foe
A fertilizer
So the universe goes and grows