Some people need places, some places need things. Towards the end I wonder, which one will we bring?
When people aren’t in tune - gather belongings, walk out the door. We’ve disagreed, no discussion, someone’s left crying on the floor.
If the place isn’t working, easy - pack up, move away. The streets weren’t vibrant, wind was still, the wild calls our name.
If the thing isn’t suiting - no stress, toss it out. This thing’s not in style, it quit working; waste without doubt.
People see people, places bring change, and things aren’t the cause of any actual pain.
In the end which should we accompany along our great journey? We must grow, heal and learn from life firmly.
People could be the option, to bring to the end. Yet how do we know who is real and who just wants to pretend?
A certain place could be the best, but will it comfort us close? Does it hold us near, does it fill us the most?
Or is it things that we need, warming our hearts kindly? Not saying a word, cherished in awe, never leading us blindly.
Pressing people, perfect popular place, silly stupid things. We’re not bringing any of these nouns to our fucking graves.
So what option do we choose while we’re still around? Maybe a mix of it all would be solid and sound.
Balance be thy answer in every way true. We find ourselves on beaches, within the trees, under skies forever blue.
We hang onto our books, and instruments we may never play. But games and a harmonica can bring a smile to our day.
Then there are the people we hold close and want them to be near. Because kindness, warmth and love always win against fear.
It be balance baby. Oh yes baaaalance baby. When you’re stuck with no hope in sight, balance will be there on your left and right. With a little bit of this and that, balance will bring you back.