Mild standards for life
acquainted with the loss
of momentum and of strife,
the passion that results,
and the wisdom thence gained.
Once found in lull,
we jar ourselves start
and upright with woe;
with tales of the hurt
that floods over hillside,
into our very homes.
In preemptive haste
we seek out the truest,
most elegant extreme --
thrust it between us;
propel us to divide.
And upon taking flight,
we always just then
take time to consider
whence we had been --
how it could've been better.