Fleet

Am I happy or am I sad?

emotions keep changing

like one ball into another's hand

thoughts are racing,

feelings aren't diminishing

How do I look?

what am i trying to relinquish inside of me?

I'l continue on this course,

refuse to choose another,

It's what i'm used to,

I rather be stubborn.

Watch me go,

watch me seek

look at these frail hands

as they touch the grass

and begin to fleet.