We walk through live balanced on a razor’s edge of polarity
Ever defined by a miasmic unfolding in a world of duality
A topsy-turvy world where this begets that and that begets this
A cold shoulder and warm embrace, a slap in the face and a delicate kiss
There are days I think of callous times and a world that strives to be tyrannical
But the yin and the yang of reality balances my visions with a world turned irenical*.