Indeed life's a balancing act,

For what we made a virtuous pact.

Virtue sinks deeper into our hearts of steel,

The ones we love in pain, nothing we feel.

Power in our hands, a chance to make it right,

We choose not to lay down our weapons but stand and fight.

In our hearts where once was compassion,

Now we fight those we love with a silent passion.

When balance is gone and the scale teeters further,

We long to belong, for care and for nurture.

But who will relieve the souls burdened in vain,

For when we look at them we feel no pain.

The cleansing of the mind, but first comes the heart

From where all calamities gather their start.

Faces of grey, a plaster no longer seen,

The sweat upon their foreheads casts a ghostly sheen.

For when they are vanquished as strife devours,

But when we are laid to rest we'll be stripped of our power.

It will fade as the realization sets in

Of what never was, what could have been.

A world of aim, where our goals come to fruition,

But bickering with one another we made our life's mission.

And so it seems that balance is unattainable,

But keep in mind that the pain is unbearable.

Indeed life's a balancing act,

But only suffering do we attract.