What is a bird without its wings? What is a fish without its fins?
What is a road without a destination? What is a shore without an ocean?

I look at the sun and wonder how it gives and takes all at once with each rise, with each set

I look at the moon and wonder how it pushes and pulls all at once with each wane, with each wax

I feel my tears and cannot believe that they pour out at both the greatest despair and the greatest joy

I feel the beat of my heart and cannot believe that it continues to pound with both the deepest pain and deepest peace

It is you that makes me question so, you with eyes that shine and look into mine
Do you know how very happy you make me? Do you know how very mournful you make me?

A false hope will give me a reason to live and a reason to die

A touch of the hand will break me into infinite pieces and make me whole again

Can a bird still fly without its wings? Can a fish still swim without its fins?
Can a road still take me home if it is lost? Can a shore still wash me away if it meets no ocean?

It is the absence of you that makes me question so, the absence of you that weighs heavily upon my chest
Do you know how very relieved I feel when I’m alone? Do you know how very afraid I feel when I’m alone?

I have learned that love and hate may exist simultaneously
I have learned that fondness and spite may be directed at the exact same element

I hate you, but I love you

Do you know?