Resting in the willow shades
As the streams of life flash by,
It is a complex world that knows
Not to wish it by.

For our end is always near,
A good time has an opposite to bear.
We can not love this world alone
As it has only a material cause.

We live on a seesaw,
We are better when we are up
And obsessive when we are down.
But the perfect middle is impossible
When we set the borders of life,
So far our senses only take five.