Feelings,
those insidious little things.
They niggle, make you squirm,
sneak in unawares,
make nebulous all that is firm.
Feelings,
those traitorous little things.
They lift you up, make you float
then change without a warning
and sink the damn boat.
Feelings,
those warm little darlings.
With you through harmony or strife,
your companions, they let you
revel in the drama called life.