By the love that uplifts me,

or the sorrow that engulfs me.

The sight that amazes me,

or by the one that rips my heart.

The peace that resets me,

or the silence that marks scars.

The questions that fulfill me,

or the answers that leave me in half.

The satiety that nourishes me,

or the hunger consuming me from inside.

The shallow path I walk on,

or the depths that grip strong.

Every time I think it is the time,

it flies away, every time.