Teeter totter was filled with unseen mass for the balances were never balanced and the mass was left unmanned. Teeter totter arose from the depths below for the highest height was just below the low. A constant shift of balance a continual road that paved the road for the teeter totter always shifted and could never be alone. Equity was bias as they shuffled down the road, in hopes to find harmony, in hopes to find the balanced paved way home. They heard the fears that spoke around the teeter totters jaw as no words could leave any noise and their eyes only left a presence of a radiant knight. The dimmed night sky paved a way to the harmonious balanced life for the teeter totter broke and finally the sound of their voices echoed thru to the end of the road they called home.
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.” – Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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