Skidding, sliding, turning, nothing sensible at all.
How do we keep from falling?
We’ve got balance in our heads, liquid in our ears, and a trillion tiny sensors in our bodies.
Yet we tumble at times.
Limited by physics, time, and space.
Awful are the days spent listing, turning, spiraling through unknown waves.
What does tomorrow hold? No one knows.
But we hope.
It will be a better day than today.
If only we can find our balance.
Within our heads, ears, and bodies.
As uncooperative as they may be,
Hindered by nature,
And our unbalanced thoughts.