Emotion could be a huddle for keeping doing some.
It gives energy, and it might be fuel.

Sometimes, I'm not too fond of it.
Sometimes, I’m keen to have it.

Emotion has no reason. It exists upon a wave.
After some blinks, I’m on the floor where I haven't been before.

My soul, which I wish to have, even I don’t believe, that conquer on my sail by the name of Emotion.

Like every time people faced with something, they wouldn’t face. There is the only thing to getting rid of that thing.

Only one exit from the bad emotion…