Sweet Spot

Sweet Spot On the ever shifting sands of time The spectrum of human action balances On a fulcrum between extremes: Total government and tyranny on the Left Zero government and anarchy on the Right, Two ways that on paper may look good Until practice proves them otherwise. And in the course of this rise and fall Systems are engineered to cope In waves of thesis, antithesis and synthesis Unloosed to compete for hearts and votes In the marketplace of ideas and commerce Seeking a sweet spot, a middle way, free of extremes Where the individual’s rights are protected By a limited government, from an unlimited one And all other predatory entities. And when this spot is tasted Balanced for an instant The tipping point is reached, The teeter becomes a totter, And we ride the cycle of up and down again Until exhausted, defeated or victorious And leave the playground to the next generation, Eyes bright and eager for hope and change. (12/15/24)