Life
There’s good news and bad, happy and sad
And sometimes they happen together.
There’s drought and there’s rain, pleasure and pain,
Connected as if by a tether.
We’re up or we’re down; we smile or we frown
And often just hours apart.
We soar or we crash; we blend or we clash,
Controlled by the brain or the heart.
We’re in or we’re out; we’re sure or we doubt.
At times we can’t make up our minds.
We’re lost or we’re found; we’re free or we’re bound,
As each tie to survival unwinds.
There are facts and surprise; there is truth, there are lies.
There are choices both bitter and sweet.
There is foe, there is friend; beginning and end
And a circle when all is complete.
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