Undulating  paths

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.