It's all about balance the old man said as he swigged on his tea and powered on the lathe He said life's about patience just like it's about forgiveness

Yet it's about adaptation and being prepared to act with a vengeful swiftness

And if lonely begins where restless ends and faith it just begins and ends with reason Should you find yourself lonesome or in doubt you're already rich with opportunity and then some

With intention he worked and unraveled his brain

And I got the impression that audience or not he'd have talked all the same

But he looked my way, to be sure I was listening

And as he did I saw knots of pine begin to downright glisten

He said when searching for answers you can look high or low

But rarely do you come across someone who actually knows

For to know absolute truth is just to claim ignorance and absolute ignorance is something you can never reclaim

So if you could teach one to know you think you could teach them to go on and forget all the same?

So you can spend all your money on college books and running free

Or you can hide from your pain and blame your pin for the whiskey

But at the end of the day, then he paused to slow the lathe

He said the original poets speak of their healing living water held in ancient jars of clay

And while I do believe in it's power and respect for one's own deity

Based on stagnation alone I guess I'd have to doubt it's clarity

But then again I guess no one really asked me

Then he removed his work of art and set it before me with a thud

And sighed, but if they did I'd say it's all 'bout near clear as mud