Paradox

I am warm and I am tender

I am oft devoid of gender

I cut the quick right to the sender

I sit and scuff my shoes

I am fate and I am tomorrow

I am light and I am sorrow

I usually steal instead of borrow

I sometimes sing the blues

I deceive the lie completely

I feather circles rising neatly

I conduct the road so sweetly

I’m ending on a whim

I am soft and I am dark

I betray lovers in the park

I light the flame with silent spark

I sometimes dream of him

I vanish foes without a trace

I sink into the abyss of space

I climb the mystic yellow face

I don’t know who I am

I am winter and I am spring

I give the phone a chance to ring

Til I let it burn like everything

I wait to give a damn.