Balance

Topsy turvy in design, A wobbly world on its side. Tumbling in perpetual motion, Constant — focus and devotion, To a realm where nothing lingers, Holding onto things that bring her, A sense of balance in a life, Ill-prepared for taking flight. Fear attempting to consume the, Special moments that are captured, Though it tries it cannot enter, Memories that keep her centered, In a world that's always spinning. Intimidation cannot win here, When looking for a way around, It's the heart that takes the crown.