It happens…

Ya’ really do just get enough.

Maybe even too much.

The taste goes beyond sour,

To a place that hasn’t a balance,

Or perhaps that’s the activator,

So unbalanced,

Over filled of sadness…

Weakness…

Guilt…

That the scale is forced to shift-

Or get off the life cycle.

———————

Maybe each time,

Ending denied,

The imbalances deepen.

Will that make the rise higher?

Or will it cease to matter…

Finally,

Comfortable,

Changing,

As is nature:

Always.