The moon is in balance and I am not
The mood is exactly half light and half dark
and I am not

My dance is a song that flows like rock
A book that is a flight as steady as water rushing down a tree.
The moon is in balance and I am not.

Or 
Am I?  Is my balance so like the moon's that it is unlike the moon?
Is it that I rope a different tightwalk from others 
Or 
Is it the just the same-old same-old that I refuse to acknowledge
And so in my sanity must claim insanity.

Perceptions
of what is up and what is down 
depend on where your head is.

The moon is in balance and maybe I am too.