Extremes

Approval's a craving, seeks even a smidge Conformity dictates no room to forgive Wealth is elusive, just over that ridge Fame's a hot flame that's intense but short-lived Faith's the assurance of things still unseen Hope, steadfast, certain for times in between Joy's not a feeling that scared, flees the scene And love is a person whose death washed us clean The first set, to die for, to not contravene The second brings peace and a life that's serene At opposite ends, at the utmost extremes, To chase or to live for, you see what I mean?