He'll not put it back in its correct place
That's the perception of balance he is looking for but you'll have to measure off the boundaries
Over the acts of man come a period of the gluttony of rationality followed by a period of the starvation of rationality
When he slumps over either too much to the left or too much to the right in his seat of despair
He will over correct with too much attention paid to those who don't deserve it
So now it's him vs. the elitism of knowing when to say and do the right thing
And he says "I hate women but I love puppies"
Then he says "I love women but I hate puppies"
Eventually, he'll become part of a lopsided nation
Tearing down the streets with a fanatic's over emphasis
And when everything's in ruins, he'll shift positions radically
His hugs will be the reaction to threatened future warfare
At that point, the egg falls from the wall
They can put it back together but not correctly
Weighting their creation upon a scale
They'll see the numbers move around chaotically in all directions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem