Well-balanced will never be where I am. I am at one with the yo-yo. I'm on a see-saw and there's a fat kid in the middle so I'm forced to the ends, one at a time.
Maybe I'm overly adaptive. Everything has gone horribly wrong but I won't be disappointed if I tell myself I never cared that much to begin with.
Everything is too serious, but when it's not then nothing works. There's a happy medium but it evades me with great success.
Even if everything goes wrong, I will still be okay. But maybe I'm only saying that because everything is going wrong.
Maybe I should be really upset. Maybe everything is going wrong because I try not to care when it starts to go wrong. Maybe I'm thinking too much.
I always tell people not to take life seriously. Maybe I am just like everyone else. Maybe it's okay.
The devil is in my blood, smaller than I can see.