How am I feeling, you may ask.
To answer is a pretty difficult task.
For emotions are quite complex,
Enough to make me more than perplexed,
So perhaps a recipe is needed to describe them.
Let's start with a big bowl of emptiness,
Which I was hoping to fill with happiness.
But too much sugar isn't too good,
Just pour in a little to set the mood.
For after it is melted, it's hard to find.
There's a pinch of 'what's going to happen next',
Being folded subtly into the mix.
It's like excitement on Christmas day,
In which to me it's just another day,
Another day to live called tomorrow.
Pour in the cup of lukewarm discontentment,
Together with a block of disappointment.
Whisked them together till well combined,
Until the peaks of life are well-defined,
But be quick or they will collapse anytime.
Add a dash of heated anger to the mix.
Be careful to make sure it doesn't get burn to crisp.
If there is just slightly more than needed,
This recipe is one where I will be defeated.
It's a dangerous game of trial and error.
