Questing

Ah, that's better.

So, now let's see.
What do we have here?
Oh, I see.
That would be me.

Well, Me, how are things going?
I can't complain.
Yes, you can.
Would you like to hear about my pain?
Not particularly.
Then why did you ask?
I was just making conversation.

So tell me about your life.
Where are your ups?
Where are your downs?
What drives you nuts?
Are you still afraid of clowns?

Clowns don't bother me,
but people do.
Well, that's a pessimistic attitude.

I suppose it is.
But if I don't expect anything,
I'm never disappointed.
Do you ever focus on the good things
      in life instead?

Yes, I do.
I'm not always depressed.
That's really what I had guessed.

But sometimes it's so easy to fall down
And enjoy lying there in the mud.
But how long can you enjoy it,
Surrounding yourself with all that crud?

For quite some time, actually,
I can stay content with my gloom,
But then I realize that everyone else
Has already left the room.
And I'm alone.

I'm surprised you don't enjoy that as well.

I like time to myself, true.
But after a while, it turns into a private hell.
I'm social, too.
Even if I occasionally hide in my shell.

You sound like a depressed turtle.
Your movements are slow,
Your friendliness low.

I protest.

Then do so.

I'm quite friendly. I talk to people a lot.
I'm outgoing, I'm optimistic . . .
. . . except when you're not . . .
But I'm not a one-sided coin,
Sometimes I need to look at the other part of me,
Simply in order to be all that's me.

Agreed. Speak of the other side of you for a bit.

Okay.
There are lots of things that I enjoy,
Some of my hobbies, some of my friends
They make me want to fly,
To leave behind my ends.
To leap soaringly from my heights,
But then . . .
But then what?
Then I discover that those lovely heights
Were nothing but cliffs.
I should have expected that.
Perhaps that's why it hurts when you land.

You're beingly overly dramatic,
Not every up ends in a down,
True, but whenever I'm ecstatic,
It never lasts as long as I'd like.
Well, now you're just whining.
No, I'm not. I'm pining.

There's a fine line between the two.
You can long for something,
You can hope for something new,
Leave this behind for just about anything.
And that's perfectly fine.
Change is an important part of life.
But what you shoudn't do,
Is focus on the strife.

I know, but I'm kind of stuck.
I get into an attitude
Where I feel like I just don't give a -

- I know, I know.
But you just need to move on.
All things pass eventually.

Good to know.

Indeed.