That essential question

Swing crazy
Between extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
And in between
There lay
A 'Why?'
The Answer to which
We couldn't
Know
Along the edges
Of its
Steep ascent
We rose unfettered,
Our shackled wills
Were innocence...
Wrapped in a hurricane,
Driving us Forth
Holding us still.
And we swung
Between
Crazy extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
Hopelessly distant
Scaldingly close
Have we been neither
...or have we been both.