The proper understanding Of the situation That's been called upon There are two equal pieces Dictated by the grains of sand Watch the scales tip And they fall like water The cycle spins around the nail in the middle to stay afloat The center holds the weight and seems to fit Life spins in the middle Set the other side on digging heels Somewhere in the middle The center of focus Distinguished in each direction A tunnel visionary spears to rights and lefts Weights in motion are equally fixed at both ends While the sound leaps in waves around the middle Tied tight to the nail of all things falling apart Pinned between the equals of today and yesterday Running out off all sides and returning to the center Where it should be