balance is for those who have not yet decided why they are alive
my soul infuses each weapon i bring to bear and those i lay down
my admiration is for those who try boldly even though they fail
these wonderful things are misery within to those who possess them
it can be harmful to follow the march of those who go before us
lust is for strangers love is for those who are not what is left for me?
i wander yet not all those who wander are lost i don't think i'm lost