Equilibrium Yes the mental state of laughter and pain A difference of which I cannot make Loaded the gun and sat on the ledge, Reminiscing about the life ledgers in vain, Slicing each part of my soul with question purge To how many losses have I gained? Thought of my age, And rearrange the part I could not change To live or die is not a question It’s about uncertainty and confusion The death in me was loud Its lurking tongues and hunger I could laud With its imperfect perfection whispers of sound Life waited not and invaded my privacy like greyhound Dressed in patched cloth of indecision I was found That boundary between life and death, What is it called? Chance! The cup fit me not, I will wear it not My thoughts slept with my feeling I caught them both in my own soul reeling I am confused as to what seem right or wrong But what I do not say will confuse you the more That invisible light between right and wrong C...