Balance (Interlude)

Far away,
In a distant land,
These 4 kids grew up firm friends.
Ambition was the youngest,
A bright-eyed kid with a numbness
Where his logic should have been 'cos he was ruled by his hungers

And then there was Pride,
He walked with a broad stride
Because he would himself from his weaknesses hide
And people liked being near him,
Didn't know if they loved him or feared him
It's more they found his self-confidence endearing.

Then there was Talent,
She was beautiful, gallant,
But she lived for her senses, and not for her sense
and so her poor heart was covered with dents, oh,
Her poor heart was covered in dents.

Oldest was Envy,
Now Envy's eyes often seemed empty,
She would talk loud and lengthy sentances,
Frenzied,
sensitive, tall and cold,
Her eyes were green like skin marred by fake gold,
They grew up, fell out, made up, got drunk,
Hung out from sun-up 'till sun-in
And they got done in
and they hit the ground runnin'
Looked for and found somethin'

But it all turned to nothin', no
When Pride got with Talent,
Envy with Ambition they forgot how to listen,
Things changed, became different,
Everything was competition, oh,
Talent and Pride.
Became bitter, despised, they got
Hateful, sarcastic, dreary and drastic.
Yes they loved eachother greatly
But the fights were terible,
They raised eachother high up on pedestals,
Isolated themselves
Stopped speaking to Ambition
And Envy; They became distant and unfriendly
Envy got sad and cried plenty
Her indignation roused she discovered she wanted more
Than she had found with Ambition
'Cos he was always looking
But only got what he was given,
Concerned not with what his hands held
But what they could be gripping.

He was always chasing, never thought to fill the space in
Envy made him more desparate with every point in conversation,
Forcing them comparisons, making him address
How everytime he promised more she always ended up with less.
Making him address
How everytime he promised more she always ended up with less,
Yes,
Four firm friends became four fierce forces,
Heading for that awkward stage that preceeds most divorces.
Four joint segments of the one body part
It just drifted apart and turned nasty, but look,
Pride keeps envy at bay.
Ambition helps talent become more than just apparent,
Yes then talent will flourish.
This will enable pride which quells envy,
They should exist side by side,
Because these factors contribute to balance.
Alone, pride is often envious of talents, it seems,
Many have ambition but talent they haven't
And some have talent but they're envious of proud ambition

And so alone,
These four friends came to realise
They're just a quarter of what they ought to be
But everything occurs accordingly
And now when they meet up
The conversation seems to slow awkwardly.

So now they're living separate lives,
Thinking 'there used to be more to me',
because these factors contribute to balance (balance, balance),
Alone, pride is often envious of talents.