Hills and valleys, Beer and vanilla beans. Every peak is followed by a dip, And the downward slips Tend to sneak up on you Every sip is sweet Until it's harmful Up and down So it's no point in thinkin of the future now Cuz joy turns to sorrow Just as surely as today melts to tommorow But that same heavy gravity Will lighten to bright levity Soon and sooner Like Moon the Lunar Makes way for Sun the Shiner But never disappears Just goes away long enough For the day to hide Her My point is to never hold to tightly to Happiness or sorrow Because both are momentary As fleeting as they are hollow