Moods

happy

sad

beautiful

my moods

they sway

they feel

like the sun,

there at times – beaming,

and then gone,

and back again

over

and over

this repeats

faster

faster

faster

and the world

it spins

and the confusion

until i am empty

with all the feelings

and

all i see

is a crumpled up paper piece

and half a broken pencil.