The man you love could be the man you hate

Or the one you admire could turn out the despised
Even the best meal could suddenly be the worst in your dream

Tell me what whirls all these emotions in a minute
Sometimes, a week, a months, a year or years

An era that was is not the future that comes
And the feeling that invaded your heart calms

Or maybe flies away never to perch again
It is for the enduring longing to gain

or for lack of the light of the future
And a gap in chaining the past to a suitor

That you regret and journey aside and away
rather than straight ahead in the so defined way

Even for those who unwearyingly walked to alters
they turn and fall or run and wrestle out of the stars

they were certainly holding unto