A Waiting Game
Life between the highs and lows
Is stable, or one would suppose,
Yet that might not be true at all –
When high, you’re waiting for the fall.
And naturally, when you are low,
There is no way for you to know
How long until your saddened state
Will vanish, so again you wait.
So life becomes a waiting game.
If being stable is your aim,
When on a high, I’d answer hah!
When low, more likely, I’d say bah!
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