When we are out of balance,
We have no real choices,
Yet we convince ourselves
That we do.
Freedom, trapped in a self-made illusion,
Where only one path seems clear.
We move in circles,
Like a hamster on a wheel,
Repeating the same known step,
Again and again.
But balance brings sight to the horizon,
The taste of freedom on our lips
And only then can we choose—
Freely.
Armed with wisdom,
To guard against harm,
And nurture the connections
That bring us life.
