Shadows linger in his mind,

And though light has a stronger hold,

He chooses not to be aligned,

As neither thoughts have him controlled,

He thinks all shades from white to black,

And each has its time to shine,

He holds all these within his head,

Many personalities he will pack,

Though each crosses some red line,

He is always one step ahead.

Personality changes from time to time,

It can be anything,

From raging tides to gentle chime,

Each has quirks that they will bring.

Anti social, but not to friends,

He has a certain sense of nice,

Though time is off on internal clocks,

His imagination never ends,

Cares not if he gets no look twice,

Is the mind of the moon's fox.