With the Greatest of Ease...

With the Greatest of Ease -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How is it possible, except through madness, or extreme anger, to go so fast from the apogee of love to the nadir of hate? Do you often find yourself so conflicted as to swing from ecstasy to self-loathing in just a blink? Do you ever stop to contemplate the impossible juxtaposition? Do you even consider the effects of your trapeze wonders on those resigned to the act never ending? Do you feel free only when grasping one swinging bar in exchange for another? Does working ever so deftly without a net increase the excitement of every encounter? What is the motivation of the risks? To examine just how close to the edge of missing the grip you can make yourself fly?