At times I feel,
There is a lot to say, and talk about.
Nothing in specific, just anything.
Emotions, nature, life, world, politics, people,
And other myriad aspects of our existence.
While, at other times I feel nothing,
But now isn’t the time to wonder.
If a fellow treading by the street
Asked me who I was,
I believe, I would fail miserably to explain.
And, honestly, I am not too bothered.
The feeling which has my heart worried
Is the reason of my being.
Why am I? The way I am?
Am I here to fight?
Or am I to escape!
And if your heart
just stopped for a moment,
Now is the time to wonder.