Standing on the focal where the extremes align
Keeping equal measure in the sovereign design
Not leaning to the left, not swaying to the right
Anchored in the center through the heavy dark night
No fake, stuck in lily, I don't fade my composure
Holding every feeling in a strict enclosure
I don't move, volatile, keep the scales aligned
Calm in the heart, tranquil in the mind
Cut off excess, let the posture stay true
Harmonizing everything
I go through
Hearts stay steady while the chaotic winds blow
Rounded in the rhythm, let the center ones know
What they ask, how
I stand when the heavyweights pop
Till them stoic balance holds the key to the lock balance balance balance balance
Yeah, just standing on the focal where the extremes align