Imbalance
Imbalance
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
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