of mind and matter

What of these pesky emotions?
There is no logic behind them.
In an instant they change extremes
like a never ending orbiting
clash of befuddled seasons...


Have I gone mad?
For day and night co-exist within my mind...
Oh! the drama that plays there
every second of every hour.

Why can't I control these monstrosities..
these bittersweet slices of transience?
can it not be as simple as mathematics...
where everything falls neatly into place?

To find balance among the complexity
would be too much to ask..
ocean meets sand and winter meets summer.
None of it makes sense and yet it screams perfection.