Behind the shoulder there's a flash to catch a gaze,
a splinter in reality, rogue snowflakes in the haze.
You want to turn around and stay the proven course,
but something in your heart wants the flash to be endorsed.
You've measured and packet it down with flaws in all the tools.
Even buildings can't be drawn up while ignoring all the rules.
Your motives might seem pure as you guide it with your banner,
but anything your heart's endorsed, hijacks your mild manner.
To wait and see the avalanche of the snowball from another,
can set a mental building block to set against the others.
Since any given push has made snowballs even faster,
why start it with your heart instead of you as the master?