Have always been my part.
Ranging from nothing
to going too far.
Melting in seconds and in seconds ice cold.
Clear as water and then hidden in folds.
Flittering with moment and learning to grow
Slight changes do affect me though.
Filtering my speech and then no filters at all
How long is it when you’ve seen me in the middle, stroll?
Rushing into it, or pacing slow
That instant urge of lowering curiosity
or that lazy flow.
Everything and none.
In response to the Daily Prompt: None