Euphoria lifts, a sky so blue,
Dreams feel endless, vibrant, true.
Then comes the plunge, a silent ache,
A quiet storm you didn’t make.

Highs and lows, a pendulum swing,
Joy and sorrow, the gifts they bring.
You’re not the extremes that call your name,
You are the fire within the flame.

In the balance, you’ll find your peace,
Moments of calm, where fears release.
A soul so deep, both wild and wise,
A tapestry woven of lows and highs.