Looking for a line to balance
Some kind of path to follow
A sort of guiding star to steer by

Before my flame starts burning low

Lately I've been cleaning out

My emotional locker
Found I had no need for shame
Bitterness and hate among others


So I'll keep a cold vigilance
Searching 'till I die I suspect

Looking for a line to balance
Some kind of higher-existence concept




A single moment of inexplicable purity

Where one could rise above
One chance to gain a little objectivity
Neither stained by fear nor love

Try to see a thing for what it truly is
Always ends up a puzzle piece
Categorized and confined to a box

None shall know a truth 'till the picture is complete