Life is balanced in every way
Each aspect makes sense and aligns,
Yet some anomalies slip into life,
Manifesting themselves into mine

Like how my emotions can become a roaring blaze,
Every thought becoming tinder for the fire
Yet some days my mind is a perpetual flatline
And all I can feel is tired

Or how I'm told I'm the happiest person alive
and when I'm drunk on life’s high that’s true
But in solitude I'm no stranger to with crying
The happiness hangover is nothing new

I’ll obsess about when the future arrives,
anxiously preparing for his visit to me
that when he asks to look at my memory books
there will be nothing for him to see

Time’s sands seem abundant in my hands
Leaving with more than i know what to do with
Somehow all the same its grains are disappearing
Cascading out from between my fingertips

The most important paradox though,
Is the one that I will always grip tight,
Even when the world is crashing down
Everything will be alright