Innocence is lovely;
Innocence is terrifying.
Reality is beautiful;
Reality is cruel.
The two sides of a contradiction are one, hard to separate,
a seesaw in dynamic balance,
as one end rises the other end falls,
as one place fades another place grows.
The truly balanced state is very brief,
lasting only an instant.
More often it is
that as one finishes singing the next takes the stage,
and there is always a leader.
Balance is in fact not level;
more precisely it is stability,
a swaying within an acceptable range.