To be with or without
To embrace the cycles
On both the ups and downs
To carry happiness in a can
When it's all you have

And your responses is all that matters
Like spreading jam, on stale bread
When there is nothing else to eat
Savoring it with a naughty smirk
An acknowledgement to God

A rebellion of the meek
Life is a bowl of topsy turvy
I've had enough of the curve balls, please
Can you throw one straight at me, already?
Enough of this eternal tease.

Poetry by Alan Epps

Mastering by Robert Trifunović