Lately aware that both
pleasure and pain
are not very different
but more of the same
See saw within us that
goes up and down
we clamor to ride on
the merry go round
Saddled up high on
our old wooden horses
with no way of stopping
their circular courses
The highs and the lows that
we hold to so dearly
Back and forth swinging
we look very cheery
But just like the face of
the carnival clown
The smile that we wear often
covers a frown ~
Lions Mane 