The Golden Mean

Don't be a wave so big that you can ruin many hives.
Don't be a wind so strong that blows away love and lives.
Don't be the torrential rain that kills the starving and the full.
Don't be the heat of a flame that rams on like a raging bull.

Don't be a flower so pretty that bees die in its lust.
Don't be a river so wild that breaks a mountain down to dust.
Don't be the hungry predator that kills for fun and not for food.
Don't be the rabid friend with a wild unpredictable mood.

Don't be the vengeful lover
who kills if he can't be loved
Who loves more than he lives
And takes much more than he gives.

And yet don't give like the selfless mother
who gives her life and heart and soul
and lights up the darkest rooms of life
to be forgotten when her wax runs out
and scraped off the floor with a knife

Be the golden mean
Never an end or an extreme
Balance the pain and the smile
The honesty with the guile
The love with the hate
The punctual with the late.
The truth with the lie
The confident with the shy

Walking on the middle of the path
Ensures more safety from the wrath
The edges could imply
That rules cannot defy

The mean is golden and rich
because its the safest path on which
the ends look clearer and defined
The heart's ruled over by the mind.