I know what's wrong with the world
But now more than ever,
I seem to know what's right.
I can't be undone, I can't commit
I recoil from the fight.
The terror, the train, the pull to the wall
And the bouncing of the ball
Like a pendulum swings to the highest highs
Still falls to the lowest lows
I will, and so will it, return to the middle,
And when provoked,
Swing upward again.
By this, is life's long cycle.
-Cmenard 4.13.2011
