What happens when you allow the heart to feel?
What do you opt when your mind screams run and your chest
deliriously beats stay?
We burn for things that burn us,
Torture ourselves with irrational thirsts for chattels already
claimed by someone else
The pain sure feels good at times.
Maybe that’s why we never tire of making the same mistakes
You lose your grip, decelerate, but remember to forget to shift
Just to skid back to that familiar muddy traffic of mixed feelings
Slowly common sense becomes translucent and is replaced by
the delusional mirage of what you can never have,
Ignorance takes tide as you blind yourself to the black and
white before you and before long,
not unbeknown to you, you are held captive,
by your own heart
and have become a complete alien to reality