And sometimes I forget,
When I let myself be carried away,
It is the best time, yet,
One serendipidous thing after next,
Starts happening to me,
With no foreseeable end, if I want,
Still, fear keeps me away from ecstacy,
For it might be the case that faith in life's,
Rewarded with success,
A theory that must be proved constantly,
Until you're left with less,
Or maybe more,
But is it worth the risk?
Safely balance on a low-strung tightrope,
Happy never to experience bliss.
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