All I ever wanted to do is to keep up with this thing. I never know where it will turn. One moment, it's despair, the next, sunbeams. Never satisfied with good living. So, we are stuck together. When it's happy, I feel bad. When it's sad, I gain insight. All I ever wanted to do is to keep up with this you. So arrogant & full of pride, yet manage to keep the light. When they say "bow", you say "fight". Swimming in the moment, except when you cry. Maybe none of it's good, nor any of this bad. All I ever can do is keeping up with this life.