Even idols fail us

Like a seesaw that goes up and down
Like a swing that goes to and forth
Like mood that swings
Like a mother who cares,
It’s inevitable what happens around.

Even the angels fall short
Even the best becomes the worst
Even the never-leaving leave
Even the forever ends.

Time falls short
Personalities fall short
People get lost
Blames become pains.

Regrets on their verge,
Pains on their peaks,
Taunts to their extremes,
Morality to its least.

Living an ecstatic
Yet profoundly real life,
It’s the way to live
Because in the end
Even idols fail us.