Existence lives a two-fold life.
Two hands and two feet.
A balance between all two things.
Cause and effect.
One will perish if not for the other.
And yet only by the loss of this
Will your eyes see the value of that.
Eternally linked to each other,
Without knowing both,
You know neither.
A touch of a cataclysm,
And now you breath life.
A worldwide disaster,
And now you save lives.
Once squandered away days,
And now you count every click of time.
Take away your freedom,
And now you protest for rights.
Centuries savaging earth,
Until a species brink away from extinction,
And now you start being kind.
Wars pledged on for a piece of land,
After annihilation of an entire country,
And now you pray with peace on mind.
Will we ever find a way of drinking the light
Without first drowning ourselves in the night ?
An equilibrium.
Dancing on a pendulum.
To no absolute rhythm.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...
