It's so difficult to describe,
this feeling inside;
But it's so real;
this thing I feel.
It has different names,
and it plays different games;
Sometimes it makes you numb and sometimes alive,
sometimes you stoop and sometimes jive.
With this bug inside what should I do?
should I show it inside or should I shoo?
The answers ain't that simple as the they seem,
I searched for them in prayers to requiem.
I turned to dictionary,
And even played pictionary;
Some words came close but none were wise,
I tried to understand them twice or thrice.
'Emotions', 'feelings' were that flew around,
with similar words it was abound;
I was sad that none fit my description,
even the 'mother of words' had no description.
So I am left to myself to figure it out,
wear a scientist's hat and become a 'word scout';
God give me strength to discover this thing,
so I can again laugh and sing.
