WHICH ONE WINS
Sexy hot and frigid cold,
Somehow I feel them both together.
One feels like the summer,
And yet the other feels like the winter.
Contrasted as black is to white,
They seem so far apart.
Yet they’ll both come together,
Like two halves of a single part.
I run from the fire one day
And the next I’m in the flames.
Yet today there is no doubt,
The cold has staked a claim.
I’m afraid of what I’ll be,
If at once they both collide?
I worry which will prevail,
Will I freeze or will I ignite?
