Bright as day, dark as night.
Out in the open, hidden from sight.
Some will flow, some you will fight,
but sooner or later they’ll come to the light.

Sometimes joy, sometimes disgust.
Sometimes fear, betrayal, distrust.
Sometimes passive, sometimes fuming.
Sometime you don’t know which ones are blooming.
But they are there, it’s clear to see.
Feelings are: a mystery.