Do I treat you like a splinter...
Or a splendid wonderland?
Do I let you under my skin,
Or will I ever understand?
Do I wrap myself in this blanket
And thank it, for its warmth?
Or do I get buried by the blizzard
And snowed in by my thoughts?
Do I become evermore restless,
Or do I rest in your stillness.
Do I take time to recharge,
Or just indulge in some illness?
Do I treat you like a prison,
Or take you as a retreat?
Do I let my toes get cold,
Or will I finally find my feet?