Balancing Gray Lines-->

I must have inherited the daylight from when I was a seed.

I cherish the night but do my best to subdue my lustful greed.

I am my own impediment on occasion but block the blame.

My appetite has no bottom and cares not of my history or name.

It’s gray for me to be the way I feel but speak in a different tone.

My vices could run me down if I chose to step out and become alone.

I’m casually pressed on the edge of chaos teetering on a gusting breeze.

That careless presence is what keeps me balanced and at visual ease.

Knowing this moment could crash my being and detract my life’s score.

I sinfully hold my eyes in gaze at my future as my tongue wags for more.

The moderation of less in my soul gives me the path to eternal success.

A constant turmoil with my creature side who’s goal is an eternal mess.

In dark days I feel little to no fear because I own dark within my soul.

In bright days I hold my light high as humanity’s illuminessence is my goal.

But no man is stronger than his borders so one must hold some line.

Personal revision is our art of life so our intersecting paths allow us to refine.