Balancing Act (I Am)
In twilight’s grip, where madness dares to slip,
I juggle shadows with a wry smile,
With life’s absurdity I’ve made a trip,
To dance on edges, all the while.
Through chaos’ laugh, I find a weary grace,
In juggling roles that oft collide,
In mirth, I face the fray with iron lace,
A master of the balance, tried and wide.
As tasks and whims like wildfires flare,
I temper all with dark humor’s thread,
In juggling acts, I flaunt a rare affair,
Where equilibrium is subtly fed.
With wit, I balance high the spinning wheel,
And in the folly, I find my zeal.