Illusion

Up and down and to and fro
Back and forth, around we go
Where it stops, we shall not know.
A misty haze upon my brain,
And in my chest a burning pain.
The joy - the bliss - the sudden drop.
My skin goes cold - my breath doth stop.
Why the pursuit - what is there to gain:
To juggle and balance must be a strain.
I come and I go but he doth remain
Why.....