My days are marked in distinct halves Before I speak to you and after!

And if this was not enough, My life is beginning to show two eras as well Before I met you and after! I laugh and I smile, I sing and I dance And then I stop in my tracks. Was this me? Couldnt be, could be? Does this mean I wasnt me so long? Or does this mean I am someone else now? Is this right or was that right? Should I be or am I not allowed? The questions grow and answers I fear. I float on a paper boat, On violent seas! I look for horizons, sitting on the shores! Wont you yet call me mad? And tell me to open my eyes Wake up and realize That life is lived in defined zones Where wilderness of love stays confined In books, poems and rhymes.