Ups and downs...
And...
High and low...
And...
Right then left...
Forward and backward...

I've heard someone said...
Being busy, is blessed...
Because it takes you away from sad memoirs...
What a notable sentence...What a phrase...What a dream...
Impermanently takes us away...
How I wish...and I suppose most will also wish this way...
That this provisional getaway can become undeviating...
A true escape from our grief...

Such enormous stress...
Such colossal pressure...
Such mammoth worries...
WAH~~~~!

Sometimes...
I feel like quiting...