Fleeting and fixed.

Your psyche is fleeting,
About many things,
Yes I love him, no I don't,
Yes he is my muse, no he isn't,
I should talk to him, no I shouldn't,
I should say him good bye, no shouldn't.
Its like a ship in a stormy ocean,
Going back and forth
With the mercy of time and wind
Don't know whether to go ahead or to retreat.
But my psyche is fixed,
Like a pole star,
Yes I love her,
No if and but in that ever.
Be it whatsoever no retreat, no back gear.