All the Feelings
All of the feelings there are to feel
Are never as important as the feeling
That arises when a feeling felt
Severs its homoussion connection to feeler
And becomes just another adjective
To describe a noun we regretfully call self
Most people miss the importance
Of this fleeting experience, dismiss
It as mere interregnum
But you always feel something
Even when you think
You’re between feelings
All it takes is a stopping reflection
Standing in front of a two-way mirror
In the bathroom of the train station
Many people spend their lives here
Trapped in a way station
Somewhere between happiness and sadness
Checking the train schedule
Making sure they have the right ticket
What about right now?
Is this the correct platform?
You aren't happy
You aren't sad
You're something though
You’re on your way
You have someplace to go
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