Torn

Good days
Bad days
Feeling fine
Other days things on my mind

Good days
Bad days
Feeling dire
Head exploding feeling mired

There are days where the sun shines brightly
And I am feeling full of light inside me

There are day when the grey clouds loom
I feel pressure in my head like impending doom

This way that way
Twisted and torn
Out of duality we are borne
Either exalted
Or frustrated
Happy or sad.

We feel complicated
By a life and force
That ebbs and flows
Like a roller coaster out of control.
The ups
The downs
The silence
The sounds
Your either breathing in love
Or your ready drown.