Balance
What can happen, will
The probable is a ghost
Likely, a mirage
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Numbers sometimes lie
Don’t hide behind faulty shields
False security
The good will happen
Wheels of fortune quickly spin
The bad will follow
Nothing is certain
But the balance that binds us
Karma, if you like
The bad will happen
Wheels of fortune quickly spin
The good will follow
Numbers sometimes lie
Don’t stand exposed, cowering
Living fraught with fear
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Is your goblet full?
Or does it suffer, thirsty?
Only you may know.
Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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