head and heart

Lost to the changing tides
This mind floats
Just above the din
Waiting, bobbing, watching
Believing that this one, might
Be the one,
The answer that, should it be caught,
Would solve all life’s silly riddles
How fickle a friend the heart makes
So taciturn and morose
It hides from truth and lets
The animals play
Leaving this suitor to find
Another way around
How does one vessel encompass
So different and powerful devices
Poised to change the very fabric
Upon which it walks
When they are sewn with opposing
Hands and differing thought?

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