Scales/Balance

We are on a constant balance between good and bad, light and dark, life and death. These things make us who we are, but the balance must stay or we may end up on the wrong side. However we will not know until our days have been numbered, until we dissipate from this earth. Then we shall know.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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