Balance

The lever of life bears unimaginable weight from our fears and our strife to a planet of hate.
What balance is there and is it as great?
Does the peace of the world just dilute our fate?
Do our living souls earn respect of the dead?
Do curiosity and understanding proportion my head?
My memory allows a future that's open.
Does the power of weakness leave our balance broken?
If the glass is half empty, is it as full?
Does the direction of time leave my meaning here null?