Many sides, many moods, many trials

The mind running a decathlon

Situations morph into episodes,

Months elapse as another version of me manifests itself

Somehow I maintain a certain exterior tone throughout interior misdirection

Issues which carry the temperament of bare hands holding hot glass initiate anxiety

Armed with sangfroid and a sense of duty, events are handled to the best of my current disposition

The heart within the mind remains the singular constant

Sustaining up my mental framework when the waters are rough and the grass is long

This is race of mine is complicated but fulfilling