RUBBERBANDS

I find myself
(And maybe you do to)
As if suspended
'Tween two elastic bands;

One pulls me toward
Creation,
Growth,
Transcendence;

The other toward
Dissolution,
Death,
Decay.

As my eyes turn
Toward transcendence,
That pull seems stronger;
And when I act,
It becomes stronger yet.

May I resolve to greet each day
With face firmly fixed
On moving beyond the borders
That once defined

My next step of
Creation,
Growth, and
Transcendence;

But which now define
A comfortable spot
On the verge of
Dissolution,
Death,
Decay.

Keep moving! Step, step, step ...
Eyes on the prize!

Maybe that's what the
'Cup half full' thing is about.