I know I'm erratic,
Susceptible to storms,
A rose with thorns,
And profusely frantic!

I can be
A shadow in darkness,
A light in a blind's sight,
A glory of victory
For the defeated,
A story of eternity
For the dead,
A lulling song
For the insomniac,
A trifling thing
In worthy matters,
A divulging truth
In the words that conceal lies,
And a creation in annihilation!

I can be so much
Yet all I transcend to
Is nothingness of everything!

For in this complicated world
Where people inside-out
Are like fire and water,
Not know I whether
To burnout with their blazing beam,
Or flow away with their mazing stream!