led me to walls
again and again
but I being me
drove into darkness
blinded by light
holding the steering wheel
feeling the wind against my ears
a race here, a gap there
then solitude and peace
the testosterone in me
loves the rush
the other warns, cautions.
Cooking up strangely tasty
cookies and cakes that are also healthy
I wondered who in me loved cooking
or was it who I cooked for that I loved
or was it cooking that I adored.
Then when I jump the gun
rush to conclude a deal or a feel for real
I wonder who in me is so impulsive
or is it being intuitive?
The universe conspires
giving me joy and love of being
gratitude fills my heart.