I have no flow
I’m either
A babbling brook
Or full on tsunami

I lost the rhythm
I’m either
Stiff as a board
Or a gyrating mess

I hold out hope
I’m either
Filled with belief
Or running on empty

I long for answers
I’m either
Head in the clouds
Or relentless in my quest

I’m me
I’m either
Perfectly imperfect
Or flawed flawlessly