All the Small Things

Balance

Just when I think good is holding its own,

Life goes and throws the bad a bone.

Rangy and starving, he wolfs it down,

And the fear and the panic and pain gather 'round.

"There must be balance," he says to me,

And laughs at my rage, in sadistic glee.

"You think the good one is better than me,

But there cannot be good without bad, you see."

This is not balance, I think as I cry

The bad outweighs good, so why do I try?

But somehow, I go on, and try again

Feed the good, starve the bad…

The one that I feed, will win in the end.