Thinking about emotions
Is what I’m good at
At expressing them
Every emotion expressed
Carries with it a risk
A risk that becomes clear
When you think about it
And thinking is what I do
Is what I’m good at
Is what pleases me,
Me who has to make sense
Of everything constantly
Lest something escape my grasp
And trouble me to no end
The Dionysian revelry
Maybe not my goblet of wine
As the Apollonian dude in me
Needs to know
The whys and wherefores
Of every fleeting feeling.
Know Thyself 