It seems like riding the roller coaster
Without a start or an end
Like the ebb and flow
Running in my veins.
I cannot tell what drives it.
Chance or circumstance,
My thoughts, or your words,
That make me shrivel, smaller than an atom
Or fill me, to inhabit the whole universe.
For I still look around in wonder
Of a lost child,
Just like the old days
And reconcile to my self-
It is just the weight of my existence
That keeps me swinging forever,
Hooked to your destiny,
Moved by your gravity,
Leading or lagging,
Lingering, yet going on
Without respite, rewind, or release.