They say too much of a good thing
Is bad for you but
is also not too much of a bad
Thing good for you?
Until you are
So far so good?
Like killing two birds
With one stone
And eventually finding yourself
Between a rock and a hard place
And accepting that some stones
Should be left unturned.
Because birds of a feather
Flock together
But then you find yourself
Walking on eggshells
And crying over spilt milk
The thing is,
You can have your cake
And eat it too but
Be careful not to bite off
More than you can chew.
You might end up burning bridges
And everything you know
Will go up in flames
Sometimes, we just need to
Bite the bullet,
Through thick and thin
There is always a light at the end of
The tunnel
Or maybe its just the reflection
Of the silver lining
But beating a dead horse
Will never help to address
The elephant in the room
And that is the truth
In a nutshell
Right from the horses mouth.
