Transcendence

We feel sad,
We feel happy.
What are these emotions,
But a temporary flight of
Feelings?
To let one be guided by emotions,
Is a folly so atrocious,
That one may fall prey
To this world's foul play.

To forsake the bait,
When forsaking ain't easy.
To rise to the gait,
When rising ain't easy.
Is all but the glory of man.