Fall, Winter, Summer, Spring
I can conquer anything.
Running, running, hit the wall.
Catch me, I’m about to fall.
I’m up, I’m down, I’m all around.
Look for me, I can’t be found.
I hit these points that you describe.
Will you treat, or mask, or just prescribe?
People judge what they don’t know
“I’m uncomfortable. You’re emotional.”
Speechless spies when I arrive.
Stick the label. I’m categorized.