They usually come and go,
One minute you are despondent,
The next minute you glow.
It's a potted pan for love,
A reservoir for peace,
And a hand mug for deception
That you must learn to release.
There are seasons here too
That you must follow and be precise,
Sometimes its cold and clammy
And sometimes you feel sunny and nice.
They pass by as you grow
And experiencing them is the show
And so that you really know
You don't hold on to them as before.
Thoughts are also like that
Sprouting from your emotions
One minute you compare this to that
The next minute you are in full-throttled motion.
At the end of it all,
It's your values that must decide
What emotion is worth holding on to,
Not hatred but indeed pure insight.
As you gain a clearer picture
And from instability departure,
Is it not a wonder how one minute you are on the top
And the next minute you experience thunder?
Blummied bloody old dog, you say!
What's new in this, its a fact to replay,
But can't you see my worthy friend
That for a sensitive emotional soul with my pen
I needed today to decide
Whether i want to dance in my emotions
Or steady my mind?
So i grab this fabric of my life
That holds all the emotions bound neat and tight
And iron it out and really let it starch
So that I am always worthy, always bright.
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