Balance

Tiptoelightly into wakeless

Shadesof sweet oblivion,

Fightingsleep and desperate hunger

TilI cross the Rubicon.

 

Wouldyou please repeat the question?

I’mafraid my memory

-Althoughmy wits remain intact-

Isnot quite what it used to be.

 

Listingwild from port to starboard,

Tiltinghard in stormy seas,

Musthold tightly to the railing

Lestit brings me to my knees.

 

Ijust need to find some balance

Somewherebetween yang and yen.

Lookingforward to tomorrow,

Dreamingof what might have been.