Malnourished Hearts

I want to discover a new way to balance on the tightrope. I don’t want to push forward, Nor do I want to roll backwards. I surely can’t stay in one place for too long as they say, But who hardly has time nowaday’s to rot at this time of age and wait for the grim reaper to stamp the big red “decay” onboard our faces? It’s so unusual to walk backwards on my hands near the unknown. Perhaps moving side to side will sub-due for now, Until I falter to the choices of my extemporaneous circumstance. I hate it when a old saying that is so bland & bleak such as, "What came first, the chicken or the egg?" Picked and rot out the black caged doves brains so intensively. I say it was the soul that resided within the body & not the body forming around the soul. Well of course they would react the way that they did, After all, they’re impure imitations of false angels. Without further notice, If you are only keen to the idea of viewing our redundant self-loathing behavior in a black or white demur for the rest of your lively days, You’re hurting your egotistical mindset and malnourishing your heart.