It's a rotten thing when you come down off the high
When the zing of feeling that all is good
Wears off..... and "reality" hits again
I was riding oh so high
Now it feels so hard to move
The depths of now are as far down
As the high was high
The winter of the low is so hard to take
After the sunshine of the high
As the high was high
The winter of the low is so hard to take
After the sunshine of the high
© Ian Croft January 2019
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