World Out of Balance

Toxicity ~ Philip Brent

Toxicity ~ Philip Brent

I have heard, I have the same amount of time
As all of those famous folks who came before
That handful celebrated in prose and rhyme
Why then do I feel stressed down to my core

Our world is faster paced than prior folk faced
Not better, not worse, necessarily, but changed
I’m sure for them, at times, their worlds raced
Then why do I, sometimes, feel quite deranged

Fires, illness, daily duties, certainly nothing new
Travelling now more distantly and more jammed
DFU, the crucial rule to; keep us out of the pooh
Or the goo we may be, if our chariot is rammed

Then there’s age; our reactions grow ever slower
We lose both our mental and physical flexibility
Despite our plans, we may hope the game is over
To sit and talk of Michelangelo over toast and tea

After all is said and done, still my dream remains
Same as always, but on other paths than expected
I still want to change the world, consolidate gains
Balance light to darkness, both equally respected

Today our world is narrow, but heavy on the top
The base is broad enough, its influence miniscule
Our center skewed, presages a fall we cannot stop
Time will show I’m right, yet some say I’m a fool

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