How glorious was the morning
in your eyes
unburdened by the weight of reality.

The adventure was brimming,
overflowing your cup
of Satisfaction.

How noble the noontime
acceptance of responsibility.

Your shoulders broader
and yet the still managed
to be full of new things.

I don't understand you,
in this tandem swirl-
always at the other end of extreme.

How is the evening?