There is a tipping point

There is a tipping point

In every interaction

Finely balanced

A fulcrum of sorts

Maintaining equilibrium

Until the moment

Of release

If you believe in fate

Tap the deck

Lay down the cards

Face side up

An eight of cups

Will make it easy

To walk away

If change is what you seek

Take a moment

To weigh the consequence

Of any action

Before leaning to the left

Or is it to the right

As once a tipping

Point is reached

There is no stopping

The momentum

Of release

The hanged man

Will surrender all

And by the natural

Laws of gravity

And motion

Even a mighty oak

Will fall down

To meet the ground