Even when balance seems to be found,
I seem to go in circles, round & around,
Trying to maintain that which was found,
yet the struggle keeps coming around.
Balance is a state,
It’s a kind of apparatus,
It’s a social status,
It’s a bait,
that goes beyond fate.
Balance is sometimes a dream,
A reality that promises a beam,
A beam of light,
which shines on the cream of the crop.
That top shelf life,
that wellness, freshness, & momentous dream that promises a beam.
Whether it’s self-esteem or my bloodstream,
Balance requires an attitude of lifelong pursuit.
A hunt of no guarantees,
with only a potential fruit,
A life well suited,
For those well rooted.