The Balance Act
stress casts shadows on the benevolentdreams cast shadows on the tired and broken
fate is a fortune of toil and research
who deserves anything for not asking why?
the dichotomy that lies within
the mind and the heart, passion versus poison
the will to do good and the will to take the devil
temptation is bliss with equal consequence
but like anything in life this is true
the will to paint your road in vibrant color
smiles and honor to thy neighbor
the glass is there to watch through
the gentle giant versus the translucent demons
you wishing you could enjoy both sides
the persona, the image, the design of you
tarnished, emboldened, chuckled at, saluted
look to the sky, at the one who has the answers
whatever that answer and that one is to be
yet, if that were the case, our heads would be empty
no need to analyze, to formulate, to distinguish, to decipher
like clockwork we'd tick from one motion to the next
but simultaneously we all need comfort, support, netting, balance, guidance
choice is the glory of life, to ride the road
in hopes of conquering the so called inevitability
empowered we are by notions of philosophy on this, all
learning new ways to develop the such complex system
we'd make true this story, our own, of jeckyl and hyde
only to then realize, it is just another portion of being human
yet to live on a servant to the ideology and the dilemma
which is that ever so persistent question set
Poetry by Zack Wellington
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Written on 2011-06-28 at 19:17
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