Highs and lows of life have taken my head for a spin.
It’s the libra scale balancing act of being a
saint versus committing a sin.
The beauty of life is that there is a little of one in the other.
But the struggle is to make sure they don’t outshine one another.
Saints are angels sent to make life a breeze.
While the sinners are sent to bring your innocence to its knees.
While saints have perfection marked on their soul
they still have tiny flaws that truly make them whole.
As for the sinners, their graves are already set
but if one kill can save a thousand then their quota will be met.
Knowing who I am and what I’ve done will always be in mind.
The constant regulation of being nice over being kind.
Fighting fire with one that roars just as loud over letting my little light crackle and pop.
Helps me rise to the occasion when I just want the waves to stop.
