The balance
(P. Hammill)

Two perfect worlds for a moment exist.
Sorona of happiness, Felona of bliss.
Since that the future holds peace and joy,
but whenever you build, you also destroy.
All things are equal while all things survive,
life has no movement without turning of tides.
The maker moves them, he does his best,
but people eat soap balls and forget the rest.
In Felona the wind falls, the start of decline...
The spheres cease to move, it will only take time.
Till life is static, happiness dead,
and death is the feeling in the people's heads.
Golden days for Sorona have begun to dawn,
and all words of caution are treated with scorn.
No thought for patterns, live for today,
no thought for a carton in the Psycho play.
What when the maker once more goes away?
If there is an ending,
it surely comes here.
Sorona in happiness, Felona in fear...
But endings are circular and life is the line,
it goes on for ever, no change outside time !


© 1973 Peter Hammill