Layers
A battle of balance resides within
The confines of my heart
A push and a pull
An ebb and flow
All beginning with a start
An electric shock
A beating pulse
To discover what makes me tick
The kick I need
(Because it’s true, indeed)
Otherwise, I might get sick.
Sick with suggestions
Ill-advised actions
Continuing to fill up my mental shelf
There’s so many things I have yet to discover
But first I must figure out myself.