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By Ali Date: 2001 Dec 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.23.22.26.21507]] |
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The heart complains of being tired Bored of doing a box step waltz of right and wrong Yet still trying not to trip on its own good senses But the hem of the dress is just too long... Yearning to loose the chains of trite compliancy Toying with the idea of asking the band to jazz it up a bit Daring, maybe, to leap without looking To walk down a darkened, blind-eyed path To beat with a different, special pace... As the heart complains, the mind attempts not to listen Ah, the foolish mind! thinking it has control over all But the heart is willful, resourceful, and yes, powerful And the mind, most unknowingly, plays puppet to the heart So that when the heart whispers the word "Love" The mind then begins to rationalize many, many things Oh, the mind is such a clever fool... Eyes sparkle with the stardust of the heart Eyes glow and glisten with giddy excitement For the heart is no longer bored with a waltz It's no longer doing a box step of right and wrong But now is dancing a tango, somewhere in between... |