We swing
Countless times in one day
Between anger and love
Fire feeds fire
Passion is not lacking
It propels our pendulum
Metal meets metal
The resonance felt in the heart
Or stomach
A sadness so deep I am sick
Of myself with myself
An ugly ego
I continually mount
To tame the stallion
I am thrown off
Time and time again
Both lay hurt, in the dust of the ring
Defeated by habit and instinct and fear
Grace floats by on the scent of a meadow