I will go quietly

			Up and down,
			Fluctuate, my precious mind,
			Fluctuate.
			For in this you will learn to live with all situations.

			From small happenings in a day,
			To gargantuan happenings in a day,
			To nothing.
			All send me either higher or lower.
			Never the same.
			Is this supposed to be the excitement in life?
			My interest is diminished.
			I have to find different people, places and times
			To keep myself desiring this world.
			So much to learn,
			So little desire.
	
			Fluctuate, my mind.
			But not too violently,
			Or you might fly too high,
			Only to crash back down,
			Breaking all previous barriers of defence on the way.
			Falling down,
			Through the layers of lithified depression lying in my mind,
			Each marked by their motivation,
			Or their motivator.

			Fluctuate, my precious soul,
			Learn to live.
			Learn to live,
			So that when the time comes,
			You can 'go quiet into that good night'.