There are shades in all we see, no color is perfect, no creation is,
none of us are, yet we look forward to it always from others
and ourselves, knowing very well that will never be, leading to
frustration and melancholy, but that is not so bad, this
is a cycle in which we go up and down, we enjoy the zenith,
and the nadir, but we enjoy even more the swing, the motion,
the hope and the anticipation, and once in a while the fullfillment
of it, for if we had not done that, we would be static in the middle maybe,
what good would that be, tell me, would that excite you at all,
would you then swing by me…