Untitled or Ride manic depression to the festivals

all highs
all lows
where
when

all of this stops
no one I have met
knows
nor I

I have tried to join
my lows
with my highs
when scared

my highs
with my lows
when scared too
let them both be

yet I search
for a middle ground
which now I believe
exists in acceptance

but however fleeting
and healthy
balance is momentary
not a home,

I wonder how I got here
to this place of extremes
the highs
the lows

if I look &
really feel, think
when I do
I notice that I am here

today
moving from low to high
                 high to low
passing through balance
all be it fleetingly

if I accept growth
as constant, balance-
perhaps
this movement will slow

I search for peace
death?
perhaps physical
yet I live

and have lived
a life, as perhaps yours
full of pain, love, joy
till this time

if I can accept 
my life, as highs
           as lows
with ebb & flow

I feel a connection
with what?
love perhaps
but can I sacrifice life to know?