I have emotions
I expect most people do
But they sometimes make me wonder
If what I'm feeling is the truth

What is known is not subjective
I find it easy to list facts
Keep only what is accurate
Let go of the abstract

Explore, inquest, and scrutinize
Everything I'm told
While always remembering
Integrity can be sold

Feelings are more fluid
Like sadness, fear and rage
Control comes with maturity
And perspective with age

A mood can change completely
In less time than a blink
Rage can settle, sadness cheer
And a fear faced can shrink

But then it begs the question
Where do these two things meet
How you feel and what you know
Must one always retreat

Do they live in harmony
Work together side by side
Or do they have control of me
While I sit back and enjoy the ride