Soon the new of which we are excited becomes the old, and the old becomes the new. A constant battle between hate and love, between joy and sadness, ambition and slothfulness, depression and cheerfulness, life and death.
Everyday we are helpless as we swing like a pendulum,
We never know when to stop.
At the end they are just two opposite end of one force, the only difference is us being swayed like puppets from one end of the pole to the other.
© Sebastian Enukorah..