Like sun and moon, Like ebb and flow, Come joy and sorrow. When one day shines bright as stars, we all walk head held high through it, taking it for granted. Every second oh so precious, wasted, ignored, and discarded. Cause every meaningful moment is only valuable once it's passed. Like day and night, Like life and death, Come start and end. Another day holds as much gloom as a new moon, we all walk head barely hanging on our shoulders. Every second is a torture cruel, grueling, hopeless, and endless. We are trapped in them, unable to appreciate their value as it's too dark in life to see. Like light and dark, Like summer and winter, Circles upon circles. All we are is collections of moments, good and bad. Past to reminisce about, past to learn from, past we can only cry about if it comes up... Yet all is pieces of us, like an unfinished puzzle we won't ever get to see the finished picture of. A checkered pattern of white and black, lined and framed by the red of our lifeblood... Don't let yourself go blind from the pain, and never forget to cherish the bliss. We only have a set number of moments to laugh or cry about, it's better to value all of them then to waste them away.