Into something else

In and out
Up and down
Side to side
All around
We at times get lost
Even sometimes tossed
Just think if neither ever happened
Our minds would see things different
Our heart would feel different or hardened by in  pace
Missing the opportunity of growing in grace
Hardships of aromas
In a different place
Undieing love uncherished
Embellished erased
Potentials well scattered
Losing its pace
Losing each moment but winning this race
Torn disasters all over the place
Feeling discouraged
Folk all in your face
Pointing their fingers
What a pittiful taste.