Zamax - Balance

Standing on the focal where the extremes align
Keeping equal measure in the sovereign design
Not leaning to the left, not swaying to the right
Anchored in the center through the heavy dark night
No fake, stuck in lily, I don't fade my composure
Holding every feeling in a strict enclosure
I don't move, volatile, keep the scales aligned
Calm in the heart, tranquil in the mind
Cut off excess, let the posture stay true