The scales never balance,
Wait and you shall see,
That which topples over,
Falls to the ground and solidifies,
Bleak its crust,
Dim the light in the twinkling eye,
Nonchalant the breeze that hurls the solids into the air,
And places on a pedestal,
It rains then,
Dissolves into non-matter,
Disappears,
Reborn, the bud blossoms,
Tricked into life,
With promises of happier times,
There aren’t any, are they?
Only a certain randomness,
That the seers explain as cause and effect,
Detached the mind that feels the mystery,
Rest, toss and turn in the hell of their making.
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