Balanced

Poem By Mark Adrian Adonay

Weights in my right hand
Must as be in my left;
To fall not from the stand,
Nor cast into sleep.
I want to stand until the end.

My back's great burden
Must as be in my bosom;
To withstand and not being broken
From the breath of my blossom.
I want my mine eyes still open.

Mine feet's path to the west,
Must as be to the orient.
I want my heart to rest from rest;
And make the time worth the spent.
I want to be of my very best.

I want my eyes to glance
To the things that should be only;
I make every second a chance
Of doing what is right to me.
I want to still be balanced.

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