One of the scariest things about life,
Is when it's all going right,
There's only one way for it to turn.

The thing about good times is,
That it makes you blind to any other reality,
Good times last forever,
And then they don't.

Time, is stolen from you,
Love, is ripped away,
People, are snatched from your existence,
And all you can do is watch.

Good times have an ominous way,
Of finding the perfect timing,
They know when they're needed the most,
And they know when to hurt you the most.

But the opposite of good times isn't bad times,
It's a void.
A lack of existence of anything or anyone,
It's a world in limbo,
Spinning at twice the speed.

Bad times are manageable,
The end of good times...is the end.