Between embrace and abandon,
between misery and mild whines,
in stories and scripts,
in scuffles and in triumphs,

between patience and tantrums,
between distress and sangfroid,
with brothers and with foes,
at childbirth and one's decline,

I live and perish in my thoughts,
neither defunct nor abiding,
between isolation and eminence,
I'll live forever or die trying.