twisting and turning
we try
to perform
a dance
with our
wrenching and squirming
without a
brightside
there is no
darkside
even happiness
can grow stale
static
boring
yes...
even happiness
can become
unhappiness
we feel elation
while we rise
but...
we must first
and again
fall to pieces
it's not just
appreciation
it's far more
it's so deep inside
that it seems
more...
chemical
balance is impossible
when you are trying
to achieve it
but it is the way
of our lives
the scales tip
from side to side
simply
like we step
from our left foot
to our right
and denial
is futile
but we do it
all throughout
each story
each emotion
each episode
we want to
understand
we seek answers
yet we cannot even speak
the questions
because there are none
we want movement
yet we are always moving
and it's always
either too fast
or too slow
to attempt to steady one's self
takes so much time
and concentration
and then
just as the page seems to turn
the room spins again
the ground beneath us
tilts
and we are off camber
again
it helps
to realize
that this will always be
but it doesn't really solve
anything...
does it?
we are constantly moving
because
we have no choice
it's not just the world
that won't wait
it's our own lives
try not to think...
you cannot
we're in a current
in which we can fight
or ride with
but
nonetheless
from day to day
moment to moment
it's all ups
and downs
and in-betweens
and there is nothing
you or i can do
to stop it
even the strongest
PMA
has very limited control
and it can make us feel
like nothing more
than mere vessels
like
leaves in the breeze
and
truthfully
that is all
we are
...
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