Feelings Are a Mixed Bag

We realize we want them, Can't feel our life without them, But who knows how to keep them, Fresh and sweet as when they're new? Like butterflies that flutter To different flowers that glitter, Though we try not to fritter, Still they vanish like the dew! A child can young souls tether Help them face stormy weather, But floating like a feather, Drift their unchained emotions. Pairs childless have more freedom, When no one really needs them, But still with all their wisdom, They face uncharted oceans. Our passions for life bind us, Intimidate and blind us, Though we're shy to make a fuss, There is nothing else we know. We stumble without vision. Think love is our decision, While skeptics with precision, Obfuscate pretentious show. With life always a pickle, And feelings more than fickle, We view death's looming sickle Even hope for its relief. As life tumultuous grows, We change feelings like our clothes, But fear stretching to our toes Suggests life is only grief.