One minute you're smiling,
the next you're breaking down.
At times, you are singing,
afterwards, nothing but a frown.
All that's left is confussion,
going crazy better yet.
A mystic tale, an illusion,
seems like we never met.
Every day a new person,
every hour a different look,
every minute a fresh chapter
in your life, like a book.
I 'll never stop reading,
although sometimes I feel afraid,
that it could destroy me,
but that just might be my fate.