Bullish

A series of events
 one after another
 leave me breathless.

I indulge with a passion
end up with a suspicion
 that I call treason.

I never allow things to lie low
 frantic to grab them 
when and where they appear.

Executing them in a speed 
allowing  no interruptions 
 I pounce, fight and complete.

 I am turning into a being
 different from what I had been 
 the one soft, slow and gentle.

Circumstances have churned me
to become bullish, turn feverish 
the one strong, racy and rigid.