And there's a notion, that balance is the key.
Yet that word is as ethereal as love
What line, between intuition
And reason?
Words on a page
Voices from our mouths
Never an inner silence; always a fizzing fear
Feeling steady is unready, adrenaline, unclear
Options are the goals of man
But two feet step apart, and we wonder who's inane
Not polished, not free
Bound in a flesh shroud
Stretching for our sea
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