Balance

Balance



Walking into the wind with least resistance.
Walking, covering an absurd amount of distance.
Dressed in black, sunglasses covering the eyes.
Walking into the wind beneath electromagnetic skies.

Walking into the wind, stepping gently to the air.
Walking, stepping in a city scattered everywhere.
Surrounded by an aura never experienced before.
Stepping, rising through the air, heavy nevermore.

Thick clouds becoming purple, lightning cutting all around,
flashing violently although followed not by any sound.
Walking, floating, rising still, a scale sits up high.
Balance through the storms.
Will you balance?
Will you lie?

Looking deep within
to where we stand against it all.
Walking within resistance
do we rise or do we fall?


--msl2022