Aristotle's essence?

Mercurial is your essence.

Searing with ardour....and

Glacial before I can say knife.

Warm with tenderness...and

Frigid the next minute I know.

And here I thought I was

Somewhat of the volatility.

It is as if you were my destiny.

You see, mine engages me

Bordering on idiocy.

Rich on the mountain peaks...and

Sunken beneath the massive ships.

You reckon, the gauge in me is flawed?

On the contrary, is it the familiarity?

Your Sartre's anguish isn't mine.

Fundamentals highly diverged.

Why do you appraise me savagely so?

I am my own project....no one else's.