The world created us
To belong in this constant state of ecstasy;
Living in the middle,
Creatures of balance,
The absurdity of it amuses me.
Balance,
Easier to say than to obtain,
The center of everything that is sacred.
Balance,
For we are intensely human,
For we have gentle depths,
We are
Of heart unreachable and obtuse of brain,
Needy for redemption or revenge.
Balance,
For one misspoken word or
Misunderstood action leads to tragedy,
For fate is certainly a twisted *******
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
The world created us
To belong in this constant state of ecstasy;
Living in the middle,
Creatures of balance,
The absurdity of it amuses me.
Balance,
Easier to say than to obtain,
The center of everything that is sacred.
Balance,
For we are intensely human,
For we have gentle depths,
We are
Of heart unreachable and obtuse of brain,
Needy for redemption or revenge.
Balance,
For one misspoken word or
Misunderstood action leads to tragedy,
For fate is certainly a twisted *******
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