Maybe the ocean holds back a lot too,
Until it's a tsunami or waves,
The volcanos must suppress a lot too,
Until it's an eruption or nothing,
Maybe the clouds held a lot too,
Until it struck as thunder,
Until it slammed a flood, not the rain,
Maybe the Earth sustains a lot too,
Until it's a quake or triviality,
Maybe the wind isn't fine too,
Until it's a phenomenal hurricane
before acting as a normal
breeze.
My intellect doesn't rationalize my hypothesis,
It isn't an idealistic jester perhaps,
As my heart nonetheless reckons,
We, humans, are even more complex than all,
Altogether are our emotions pumping out,
As a cry, anger, hatred, outburst
What could provoke
As storms, tsunamis, lava, thunder or quakes,
Sometimes outbreak of suppressed emotions,
Or sometimes a mere heartbreak.