I feel so high,
my soul so euphoric.
I feel too low,
it’s grave yet hedonic.
Lying on my bed
I travel the suspicious.
I fall too hard
I reach the vicious.
I visualize the stars
twinkling within me.
I encounter the cosmos
engulfing me grisly.
I see the light
gleaming all around.
I enter the dark
hovering over surround.
I fly in the sky
through the clouds ostentatious.
I get stuck in desolate
exhibiting remains of the boisterous.
I explore the heaven
with angels by my side.
I wander through the hell
with fear in my eyes.
I relish my strength
overcoming my weakness.
I sense I’m fragile
for the world so heinous.
Everything in my life
makes me ecstatic.
Then the emotional strife
turns me sceptic.
One moment I am there
cherishing my dreams.
The other I am lost
searching for the gleams.
My emotions are paradox
contrasting each other often.
Among them I keep swinging
wanting the push and pull to soften.