The title of this song, has been refined and realigned (how appropriate, considering the theme 
)
to “The practice of balance (align, refine and realign)”
as it feels more accurate to what I´m highlighting in the Lyrics.
The artwork has been updated and will reflect this in the distribution shortly.
about its making:
The Lyrics here, sprouted from this core concept:
“Balance is not
something we attain and conclude
It’s something we practice and refine
As the sense of it eludes”
an equation around this theme
that I find very appealing.
‘align, refine and realign’
is loosely, how i have come to view
the way i function and interact,
within practical conditions,
and when studying influential details
of ‘aligned words on paper’, so to say.
enjoy, and even if it goes without saying, feel free to chime in and muse around the topic 
Lyrics:
I once believed that balance waited
At the end of winding roads
A place where all my dreams were fated
And peace would lighten heavy loads
But as I walked, the ground kept shifting
And every step was something new
I realized that balance isn’t lasting
It’s a journey
we pursue
Balance is not
something we attain and conclude,
It’s something we practice and refine,
As the sense of it, eludes.
oh, balance feels good
as a truth,
Stressful as a lie,
Two fairly clear signs,
two fairly trustworthy, guides
I sought a final, perfect moment
Where stillness held the weight of time
But balance slipped right through my fingers
Like a secret, soft and kind
In the quiet night, it softly whispered
“as a being of balance”
“you are never truly bound”
“There is freedom in your endless practice”
“of aligning, refining and realigning”
“The play of balance”
“is in every step we take”
“In every success”
“in every mistake”
Balance is not something we attain and conclude
It’s something we practice and refine
As the sense of it, eludes
oh, balance feels good
as a truth
Stressful as a lie
Two fairly clear signs
two fairly trustworthy, guides
Now I see with clearer vision
Balance is a dance of grace
A rhythm in the heart’s decision
To find peace in every place
It’s the rise and fall of my breath
The ebb and flow of day and night
A gentle wave that keeps on weaving
Through darkness and light
Balance is not something we attain and conclude
It’s something we practice and refine
As the sense of it, eludes
oh, balance feels good
as a truth,
Stressful as a lie
Two fairly clear signs
two fairly trustworthy, guides
Two fairly clear signs,
two fairly trustworthy, guides
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