Balance

 

He looked into the inside

Into his own mind, that is

He found a strange arrangement

A neural mixed-up lattice

 

He saw two children playing

Playing in his mind

Serious and Comic

That's all that he could find

 

The children that were playing

(The ones that he had found)

Were silent to all others

Silent, with no sound

 

But he could see them play

Could hear their playful sound

In his mixed-up lattice

Feet firmly on the ground

 

He felt like an observer

Looking at a screen

In a movie theatre

Playing thoughts, his scene

 

Although they did play happily

(Well nearly all the time)

He had to watch that one

Did not rhyme all the time

 

The moral of my poem's

No matter what you do

Make sure things stay in balance

For others, and for you

 

Don Matthews July 2018