I don't know,
This,
Unexpected feeling.
Rush of emotions.
Filling the container,
What are the contents?
I'm unable to tell.
That black box,
What's inside?
Why is it inside me?
What's the meaning.
One day it will spill.
Then all will be revealed.
But
Until then,
The black box will remain
A mystery.

I cry out
in pain
and joy,
how about you

I grow in
                                   your garden
                                                                                         as you grow in mine

The path I'm on
Is mine and mine alone.
We all run this rat race alone, but watch each other separately.
Some of us are on the same track.
Running this race, is easier as a relay;
And especially if we all run it together.