Empty Pots of Sadness Stew

Follow your heart and capture pleasure and leisure Follow your brain and nurture strain and pain beyond measure. Follow the path your heart suggests Unless keen you are to embrace the path the brain digests Leading to a destiny Ensconced in a monumental mutiny Where no matter how hard you try You manage to cry and dry Options to break free Of restrictions and interdictions to launch a spree Which though tangible and plausible blesses the mind Circulates a conundrum on the rind of the blind Only to find time has flown by To a more conducive era where try As you may, opportunity disowns you Teases you, pleases another supplicant from among the few Whose hearts and eyes choose To see opportunity in shoes That walk and talk the language Progress espouses in the crazy carriage That frees you from the straitjacket and excess baggage You arouse in blouses whose Facebook page Friendly to erudition which claims to eliminate Hurdles as you glide upwards to ruminate On best methods to surge forth Navigating West, East, South and North In search of the ingredient that peels off sadness Smuggles into your colourless life bundles and handles of boundless happiness To mollify, pacify and purify your heart Cleansing from it vestiges of pain from every rampart As your heart flies to a new destination and build life anew Deleting from life pages and wages of rage and pots of sadness stew.