If I enjoy living,
please tell me why,
I fight depression.
When I am happy,
no other person is happier
but when I am sad,
how depressing.

I must be a paradox,
to my friends,
those that I have.

Moods make the
personality, but we
are not supposed to be
moody.
Perhaps, we are not
supposed to have moods
but be even tempered or
mechanical.

A frosty morning
Flowered bud all closed
Opening with the Sun

There is a strange feeling
that comes over me.
A feeling or connection to
the person I'm with.
I don't understand what
is at work at that moment.
I only know the feeling
is good when you are near.

Off we did go
into the gloom,
the night was still,
as if in a tomb.
An eerie feeling
came over me,
when a noise heard
up ahead,
should I wait
or just flee?