Life is like a tightrope,
Thin, short, and straight.
Your soul is what you're holding,
The balance is your fate.
From your soul
Two things are hanging,
Your emotions, your logic,
And your destiny, waiting
Above.
To walk across a tightrope,
Your balance must be in check.
So what's your balance point?
At what point do you feel you're using both your emotions and your logic equally?
When you find,
Your balance point,
The tightrope will shrink away.
You'll be walking through the air,
Held up by your balance point.
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The Flaming Dumpster Choir
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