Almost Always Precariously Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Hangs in balance almost always precariously
At any juncture, the world might change...
A message sent, another delayed
Nothing's ever guaranteed to remain the same...
Whatever interlinks us all
We call fate and destiny
Hangs in balance almost always precariously
Almost always precariously

One heart might swim while another might drown...
The proof is in living out your dreams...
And realising all that you can become
And realising all that you can become
And realising all that you can imagine
Without subtraction, subtraction, subtraction.

At any juncture, the world might change...
A message sent, another delayed
A fallen angel no longer descends...
But is gratefully rescued from any more turmoil
And equally an innocent is saved...
from being enslaved to a darkness uncaged, , , nocturnal
that wants to see you drown without hope
while another wants to see you flourish unscathed
While even now another wants to see a prince
The prince has been transformed.
Turned into a toad. Turned into a toad.
One that's disfigured on the journey home
On the road. On the journey home.

One heart might swim while another might drown...
The proof is in living out your dreams...
And realising all that you can become
And realising all that you can become
And realising all that you can imagine
Without subtraction, subtraction, subtraction.
That is the only way to avoid dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction
And find some real traction.