To every up there is a down, To every back a fourth
This is good, and this is bad,
It all depends on how you want to look at it.
Maybe life isn't all roses,
Not even maybe.
It's not
Life isn't all roses
It's ebb and flow
like the tides
It's a little left and then a lot of right
like the tides
It's being on the crest of a wave, sun glistening off your skin, and then...
Being ripped under the harsh tide, pushed down by the force of all that had kept you up
like the tide
