I can make you rise or fall. I can work for you or against you. I can make your a success or a failure. I control the way you feel and the way you act. I can make you laugh...work...love. I can make your heart sing with joy...excitement ...joy. Or I can make you wretched...dejected...depressed. I can make you sick…listless. I can be as a shackle…heavy…attached…burdensome. Or I can be as the prism’s hue…dancing…bright…fleeting…lost forever unless captured by pen and paper. I can be nurtured and elevated to be great and beautiful…seen by the eyes of others through action in you. I can never be removed…only replaced…transformed. I am a thought.