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.
Copyright © Christopher Gagne | Year Posted 2016
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