I live my life in constant moments
of condensing and bursting,
of falling and rising,
of growth and decay,
          growth and decay,
               growth and decay.

Moments of joy that last
until the punctuating moment of sorrow.
Alternative swings in an unending dance
of growth and decay,
          growth and decay,
               growth and decay.

Where even the happy moments are haunted,
awaiting the eventual sudden halt
and the continuing of the perpetual cycle
of growth and decay,
          growth and decay,
               growth and decay.