I strive for a certain wackiness
Sensing the insanity in all things
You have to be a bit unbalanced
To find that elusive point
Of things going by in a moment
If it's not too slow
It's too quick so the seesaw
You just noticed you're standing on
Slams to the ground
On one side or the other
In fact you go from slam
To slam except for a few seconds
Somewhere in the middle
Just to experience perfection
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