Here’s the poem I promised! It’s a story about how every high is followed by a low. The greater the height, the greater fall. We can’t forget about the low points in life, because whether we like it or not, they do happen. But, we shouldn’t forget the good times either.
Oh, we dream all sorts of impossible fantasies.
Building our kingdoms only to watch them crumble.
Oh, we fly to breathless and exhilarating heights.
Soaring above all only to plummet far below.
Oh, we laugh, a deep bubbling sound that erupts from our soul.
A sound that is destroyed by the tortured screams that follow.
Oh, we cry heart-wrenching sobs, shattering utterly.
We scream until nothing is left, just a numbing void.
Oh, we live with such passion. Burning like dying stars.
Look where we are now, on the brink of death.