Is this the end
Or is it the beginning
I am confused to which my life is tending.
For some days are long and are drawn out
Will others burst fourth and be gone like they came from a spout?
Answer me this have you felt the same when life ups and downs seemed to be mere misery?
In a single day, if one could see my thoughts, one might see a thousand twists of agony.
and in that same day I might be full of joy! They’d just watch and see
A change of mood does happen so fast it frightens me
Am I so fickle to change like that
to produce ripe fruit one day
and another a fig of decay?
How shall this be
Am I some cursed rarity
Tell me truly do you see?
Or have I made you confused
As I have now mused?
In short my life does ebb and flow
And I am lost in this show
Come again another time
And maybe I'll have better rhyme