Strange Feelings

When the feelings come, how should we feel,
Should we do to leave it, embrace it, or discard it?
No matter what you do to it, no matter how,
The first touch of it you sense it somehow.

Touch to your heart this strange little feeling,
A sense of happiness,
A sense of sorrow,
A sense of fear,
Or a sense like there's no tomorrow.

When these feelings come what should we do,
To some you envy 'cause they know what to do,
To some when they handle they show in their faces,
To some they hide in their hearts without any traces,

Strange feelings come and go,
A visitor you are to whomever you go,
Be a friend, a foe or whatever you are,
You are liked or hated that's what you are.

Strange feelings be good or bad,
It will always be there, so how should we care?
An answer you seek will never be there,
It will be time should you know how to bare.