Mind Heart

I wonder how to do this, to walk among-st the Judas. this heavy mind inside my head weighs me down with thought excess. obsessed with success I never find. inside this troubled mind I am blind. besides the head there is the heart, one that beats and seldom stops. it decides by beats per minute filters out thief's and bigots. it ticks and tocks reminding me how much longer I've got. it sparks the brain to think again and circles back to moments. when the heart beats, the mind thinks it starts again, and then repeats.