(Sometimes in life, those that should offer their best give you their worst, and sometimes disappointment hurts more than anything else they could have given you)

 

When I think about the depths and the pinnacles,

It's plainly a miracle I'm not more cynical,

Because at those shining peaks all is lyrical,

But the depths inspire me to be deeply quizzical,

And between those two lay all possibilities,

And all banalities and generalities,

And the pressing knowledge that each passing minute is,

60 seconds of vanishing clarity,

Each second that passes disappears instantly,

So I have to tilt hard on all that's in front of me,

And the fact that it's like that is an effrontery,

But that's how it is on this current trajectory,

And when I look around at all those stood next to me,

And how their actions and thoughts are affecting me,

I'm forced to think on the sad possibility,

There's one or two that have no respect for me,

They must think that I'm flawed intellectually,

So if I'm going to address this effectively,

I need to forget them and their negativity,

Turn a positive spin whilst they cling on manically,

And wipe all my memories of them out mechanically,

Because every moment is moving so frantically,

That I've no spare room in the memory repository,

And life's too short to let leaches hang off of me.

 

But there are so many that dealt with me faithfully,

Those are the people I want stood next to me,

When life calls upon me to act with nobility,

They are the ones that bring out the best in me

So I can act with an air of alacrity,

And hold ever closer all those that are dear to me,

The honest and those that conduct themselves properly,

Are the closest that I'll ever get to divinity.