The mind loves patterns because it finds them everywhere
We are mostly out of our minds
The progress we have made impressive
The forces aligned against us our own
We save because we are something to be saved from
The form our story takes
The positive we focus upon
We have as much negative
The scales an ancient symbol
They never seemed to balance
We have a life that is not fair
The answer is to take each loss
The choice to celebrate each win
We can make sense from dollars
The three penny opera
The cost of living
With ninety seven scents in the wrong direction
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