It can hurt how good things can be.
Jumps up on you, smacking you down.
The sudden gripping awareness
That what you thought was sweet
Was just a hint.
The opposite can fill your time as well
Your problems and your pain
Can become a soothing little note
Familiar and constant in the background
Never far from reach.
All the wanting and all the wishing
The time spent worrying or hiding
None of it alters or saves you from the moment
That you have to live in
That you have to live.
