Too much joy, kills.
by missflicker
All have a state of balance
Monotonous and gray in its simplest nature
But to keep in mind at a glance
That boring and safe has no adventure
Lacking connotes weakening
Weakness gives way to fear
Insufficient power to keep the engines running
Takes you not far from nowhere
Excess depicts danger
Like an oversupply of oxygen,
Too much of it creates fire
And fire devours creation.
But to go beyond what’s allocated
Brings about raging winds and thrills
Too much of it will be reciprocated
Too much joy, kills.