The best moments are fleeting
They are gone upon meeting

That’s why whenever I feel that euphoria building within
I shut the door and refuse to let it in

I wag my finger and fold my arms
I remind myself of all the potential harms

I tell myself I won’t get too excited
I strictly tell this feeling it’s not invited

I wait for it to go away
And it’s not too long before this feeling has gone astray

It is then replaced with a new feeling of which I knew would come
The disappointed one

Luckily I didn’t get excited
Luckily I’ve got this routine recited.