Balancing Act

How peculiar it is,

This longing

For everything and

For nothing at all.

To feel the universe pulsing around every corner,

Only to fall into the deepest sense of detachment.

To love this world with an acute intensity,

To abhor it with all your might in the same breath

(You are a child of the Earth,

But your heart belongs to the stars).

If only you could simply observe,

Watch over this world you love and hate,

Live every moment, a stream of infinity;

No confining prison of flesh, a limitless specter.

A never-ending battle between

Sickly sweet idealism

And freezing, bitter cynicism.

 This is who you are –

A balancing act that can never get it right.