Balance

I’ve got this feeling
That I’m going to regret this later.
I can’t wait
To get my conscience back.
The cage of the dock,
And the freedom of the ocean
Keep me around
Because it’s a perfect balance
That fits oh so aptly
Because it’s a balance 
I struggle to find.

It reminds me of a tree,
A conifer,
Showing it’s green needles
In the winter, with fresh snow
Littering the branches,
But still green,
Telling us we can survive
Even the harshest of winters,
But we still must be wary of
Forest fires in the heat of summer.