It makes me feel as light as air,
sometimes, as if nothing were there.

It’s beautiful and different in its own way,
no wonder, to many, it’s hard to keep at bay.

It seems to come in many forms,
in many ways that no one warns.

It courses through my veins like mud,
It sometimes makes me feel like crud.

It makes you feel like whole,
like you could run without even a stroll.

It pierces through your heart like knives,
The same place that it thrives.

It takes time they say,
but you just seem to pray.

For better or for worse you ask,
So hard to even focus on a simple task.

Because for me, I can’t seem to understand,
something people seem to play with like
at Disneyland.