Up. Down.

Up,down.
Down,up.
All inevitable,
each and everyday.

Going up,
up to the last step to heaven,
the last remaining utopia,
highest as ever.

Almost like an untouchable mirage,
all alone
in a forgotton corner of,
a lonesome desert.

Going down,
down to the bottom of Bermuda triangle,
the last unexplored secret,
darkest as ever.

As if the last day of a year,
dancing dynamically;
in welcome of
an unpromising new start.

Each up and down,
from being crownded to drowned;
lies within a new story,
in accomplishment to full.

All ups and downs,
run, between two ends;
celebrate the bliss of living,
sing, unsung life duets.

Up,down.
Down,up.
All blessings,
each and everyday.