What the constant is at times
When I am caught between two extremes
Both ME!
Trying to find a balance between the Heat and the Cold in my soul
Yet trapped by the thought that the Lukewarm He'll Spew out
I picture Mountains I have climbed
I remember Valleys I crawled and lay in
Destinations I glorified
While deeming the true light that exists in the journey
Tic.. Tac.. Too..
Who am I?
An Answer that in the height of my Glory
And in the depth of my misery I could not grasp
For fear that they would be defined by outcome
Which is always subject to change.
Which am I?
Realizing only now I am but a vehicle ever so frail
Dents Unavoidable, Batteries subject to Fail
Constant need of fuel... call it motivation
Yet in the Hands of the Engineer
Who sees fit to equip this frailty
Ignoring the Cosmetic work sometimes
For fear it might take away from the most beautiful thing
It's Engine.
What a beautiful mind,
Bringing out such beauty from PARADOX.