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The Libra Scale

Weighing all of our choices

On a libra scale

Makes this life

A living hell.


Good

Or bad?


Smart

Or dumb?


Right

Or wrong?


Moral

Or immoral?


The libra scale

Keeps us up at night

And haunts our dreams.


The torturous life

Of the over thinker.


It’s a hell

We create

For ourselves.

Let go of your thoughts on your sins

And savior

The small wins

Any kind of peace in this world

Starts within.


Enjoy all of the little things

This life can bring

And remember

Some days are winter

And some days spring.


Take everything in stride

Ignoring the destination

You’ll never know when you’ve actually arrived


And remember


Weighing all of our choices

On a libra scale

Makes this life

A living hell.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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