Grasping For Goldilocks
Burning off the excess
Things got out of line
Everything is golden
Until it loses its shine
Pendulum constantly swinging
Quick to overreact
Impermanence around the corner
Grasping for what is fact
Need to seek balance
Stand on stable ground
Know things will settle
What was lost will be found
The scale evens out
Water finds its level
We’ll never find Goldilocks
But the pendulum starts to settle
Copyright © Mike Oleary | Year Posted 2022
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