On the brink of regret,
I tred in realization.

On the cliff of euphoria,
I gaze over dissatisfaction.

In the heart of angst,
I inhale the malice.

By the bedside of contentment,
I stir in reservation.

On the stool of accomplishment,
I kneel before expectation.

In the cloud of resentment,
I discern self-assurance.

In the balloon of gaiety,
I fly above grief.

&  with  the sight of you,
I feel the joy of me.