Gold Spray Paint Heart

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Is there a true balance in chaos?

When the scales are a jawbone tilting towards flame or abyss

if there is peace in everything, in death and destruction, is there peace in this?

What good is love if it carries the fear of loss?

The morality of control is all amiss,

ease the open mind, dissolve into the air and toss

spilling a balm of requiem over all the troubles you come across.

Is that truly freedom, elevation to a higher understanding

or have I purchased a new plateau for my home?

It seems I'm always sinking low and never landing,

though I have no quarrels when I am free to roam

the cost of leaving is only all you have and all the comforts on hand

more for others and none for some, with these earthly burdens that we know

if you could set your destination to any horizon, with only the people and the past to hold you

would you look them in the eyes and say goodbye, unpossessed; an empty field with only room to grow,

would you leave them behind the bars of harsh memory, to spare your hardened self the sorrow,

would you wait until dark, without a word, or would you not be able to go?