Striking A Balance

I balanced a penny on my thoughts 
And saw the danger money wrought
Even though money made itself useful
Deep within, the heart became sorrowful

In life’s mad shuttle, doubts conditioned
Built in the mind, pessimism positioned

My soul sought an oath from earth’s sanctuary
I needed laughter to help me keep my mental liberty

Living on the edge of a knife gave me the edge
I cultivated an optimism and made it my pledge .

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