My current feeling is good and bad
Very rarely feeling sad
My position is ultimately in resolution
Free from negativity and confusion
I am free and creativity
Flows from my frontal lobes
Like the wine found within this globe
But I don't feel completed
And not at all relaxed and conceded
How does one attain this level
Like a parched and convoluted fellow
Now I ramble and stumble
Until the feeling is just a little comfortable
A rare feeling of instability
Escapes my thoughts
Like the truly defeated
Oh how I wish not to be COMPLETED