I would measure deeds on the scale

Adorn the time with the pendulum

Wondering how sand walk on her. 

Taking time to understand as the fine dust I am. 


I would return,  grey or not. 

I would measure again and again to be sure. 

Many do too. 

I cannot afford to be nonchalant, otherwise, what price I'd pay.


I would lay thinking 

Walking, doing all I can. 

I'd measure again, 

Staying stable to be fair enough.


What exactly is fair. 

What exactly is the measurement of standard.

I would do all and be all in every best I can. 

Hoping never to be found wanting.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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