At Sixes and Sevens

Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart Somewhere love, somewhere hatred Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity Which ones to permit the soul? To acclimatise and dominate Life keeps changing every spur Discrepancies are inevitable To be water or a rock? Will it attain a pool of boundless solitude?