what we enjoy
is bad for us
that least desired
is good to use
the balance is
cruel compromise
constricting the senses
quelling restless quests
simmering in every breast
never at rest
restraining what lies
within easy reach
is harsh and mean
becoming more as
time narrows the partition
between opposing poles
less though more we
gain in moments rare
of joy and bliss in
pursuit of simple things
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