And like a ricochet, boomerang, pendulum, swing
I travel back and forth, up and down this spectrum of emotions
As a buoy in the sea, I lob and wallop by uncertain intentions, motives
An enigma of strange odd newfangled feelings plaguing my mind, like scattering ants after you've hosed down a crack in worn pavement

AND AS A RICOCHET WE REBOUND, HITTING WALLS AND TURNING AROUND, HITTING WALLS TILL WE KISS THE GROUND
AS A PENDULUM WE SWING TO AND FRO BOTH ENDS OF THE SPECTRUM
till our force loses its gumption and we're left to sit still, to sit apart, to simply exist aware of one another, but not strong enough by our own powers to come closer