Balance

I’m sick of percentages.
I’m sick of numbers.
I just want to be.

Balance is a just a concept
It is not the key.

Am I happy?
Am I sad?
Wait. Hmmm ..Let me do the math.

I’ll have a slice now please.
Wait. I can only have one?
Who the fuck made that rule?
Maybe I want another piece.

Extremes seem the norm.

Let me have my highs
My lows
Let me fuck it up and
make it up to you tonight
by giving you a rose.

The ratio of me to you and what
you mean to my heart cannot be
measured on scales or by a straight
edge ruler set against my life or
torn apart into segmented precise strips
and weighed in a cart to be sent
to auction and bartered for or bought.

Balance is an illusion that
Fools embrace to make life
Safe and orderly and put in
its place.

I want to take that ride
Where nothing and everything is possible
And it’s okay…it’s okay
to be that way.