Happiness is quite fleeting,
like pleasure before the pain.
Gird your loins for the inevitable impact.
That will knock you down, with no greeting.
No matter that you know it's coming.

You'll fool yourself into thinking,
that it will be different this time.
This time, there's no reason, nor rhyme,
that it will be any way else.
But, still, you fool yourself.
You tell yourself, I've...