Center of the Wheel

One fine morning, success greeted me,
By evening; I was throwing things around.
arrogant air, erratic ego, pompous pride...

The next morning, failure greeted me,
By evening; was picking up things.
Demolished dreams, punctured prestige, shattered spirit...

Now this morning, success waved again...
Today am neither throwing things around, nor picking them up.

Almost there... At the center of the wheel...