It Seems

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It seems to be cyclical

We climb to the precipice and down to the bottom yet again

Happiness seems to be such a slippery slope

So short lived and so easily explained away with practicalities

I try to build sandcastle foundations

Over and over again

And the wind can conspire with the emptiness and I am cold again

And things resort back to hopelessness, or so it seems