Flow Poem by zi zi

Back and forth,
Back and forth,
The swing of life,
Goes back and forth.

Fast and slow
Fast and slow,
The swing of life,
Goes fast and slow.

I stop and go,
I stop and go,
My swing said,
'I stop and go'

The longer I sway,
The slower I go,
I have stayed,
And now I know

That once my flow
Will start to slow,
I will stop—in the middle.

I am not good,
And will not be evil.
I am not both,
I am the middle.

A feeling to feel,
When you do not know.
A paradox— the unsolvable,
I call it the flow.