Next of Kin

I used to fear of the highs because I know what follows it.
Same old blips and slips after swift flips.
Mind trying to take it all in but it won't fit.
Not without wit.
Too much cynicism shuts down the inner system.
The inner wisdom.
The part that sees light when dark fills him.
The sense of a greater purpose within.
Now I embrace the highs and lows like they are next of kin.
Cause what's a loss without a win.

Jim O’Connell