And the rythm

Time drags on through the disappointments and rushes through the pleasures

Pain.

Is a slow journey while happiness slides fleetingly by

Most of the time we're just existing,

chasing that state of equilibrium

a longed for euthymia.

That rounded sphere of life so different from the flat lining,

feeling ok

as compared to feeling nothing.

Efficiency of words on the blank canvas of an A4 page.

Say it in words

I exist therefore I am.

That's OK at the moment,

and if it gets hard existing,

that's OK too because it will pass.

And the rhythm never stops.