One minute I'm ridin' the high,
Of the cancellation of another lie,
When I'm hit with the low,
As an ugly truth starts to show,
My heart goes back to breaking,
A momentary pause to this constant aching,
I never thought the world could taint me,
Now its worries often paint me,
They smother the joy that once bubbled over,
I guess I didn't notice it as I got older,
Life only gets harder,
Suffocating its ardor,
Making it difficult to breathe,
But I keep fighting,
And in laughter delighting,
Because the only way to keep sane,
Is for a hopeful spirit to sustain.
--Not that I like explaining my poems, as poems SHOULD speak for themselves, sometimes, I don't like to leave them up to interpretation: This is on the notion that life has its ups and downs. It's almost as if, right when you think everything has fallen into place and temporarily makes sense, something else goes wrong. It's kind of like a car. At any rate, to keep plowing through with a glad and hopeful heart that things will eventually work out for the better, is the only way to make sense out of life. So I guess it turns out to be my philosophy on life, haha. One of them.
