So completely bitter and yet so amazingly sweet,
So truly real and yet so definently fake,
  So easy to deal with, and yet so hard to embrace,
So simple to walk, and yet so difficult to travel,
Moving along, appears so light, and yet when you walk
farther down the road, gravity seemingly gets heavier,
It is a lifting relief and a shoulder-breaking burden,
It is eternal happiness and suicidal depression,
It is deeply hidden and it is open confession,
It is pitch black dark and it is bright heavenly light,
It is absolute relaxing and it is a frightening fight,
To live, survive, move on, breathe,
This in my opinion is describing life, my way, as you can
see.