Feeling

Can you recognize a new feeling when it comes? Are we not always too quick to dismiss? Perhaps too much anew emotions... runs To only remember a once new feeling of old to miss We do not always act and respond Hardly do we ever do the things we odd to Feelings before for an after begone That one fiery passion to no longer ignites in you And we hesitate for what we thought... Were right moments to bring forth Where rightful moments becomes but plot Becomes but an equation we solve Do we age with time or ourselves we know? Am I becoming for or me to identify? I am myself a wardrobe with many roles Have I to myself a one wardrobe... a lie? We can never say what we want immediately That new feeling for dismissal for when it comes And never can we remember correctly That every one anew feeling we always let run