More Than Much.

A life by the book
   Often dies etched in stone,
Too much of laughter
   Often aches to the bone.
Too many dreams
   Leaves you a wanderer,
And thus how the sun
   Gets scorched in its own.

A man too cautious
   The recipe for cynic,
Too much of hatred
   A powerless soul.
Limitless prejudice
   Often hides a loner,
A storm is, but, drizzle
   Gone out of control.

The light that kills darkness
   Can also be blinding,
A cup of tea ruined
   With too much sweet.
Too many gasps
   Often marrs a mystery,
And too broad an alley
   Is but an empty street.

-dp