balance...
balance
is everything
the vehicle
in which
procrastination
drives
fast
or slow
furious
or not
loaded
flat springs
or empty
on a high
wire
or a drunken
stumble
to the loo
balance matters
stacking
the present
into the past
for the future
during which
the now
runs
hands off
the wheel
scary
at times
crashing
on occasion
only
a pause
for clean up
on the main
isle
wet
or dry
to mop up
the sweep
away
into the day
a moment
forgotten quickly
as it is
only
a fragment
a figment
as a slice
of the chaos
piled high
in the
forever
stacks
in life
we all
manage
in our own
way
simply
the simple
tiny pieces
the crumbs
swept away
in the great
forgotten
juggling
in vain
the rain
every attempt
to balance
