Listen To My Heart

I’ve got the time and the notion too but my mind says no, it’s quarter past two listening to my mind limits my endeavors I say I am the one who is clever. Who is this clock that tells me it’s too late time on my hands ok, but not on the slate does my mind operate by the clock? and does time present a bunch of crock? I could take down the clock on the wall and just pretend time is not there at all but if I go outside time will be there just can’t be alone anywhere. now my heart begins to interfere I know its concern and most sincere but its I that has to decide I must take conflicts in stride. neither time or my mind will take hold I need to set limits and be bold block my ears from my inner voice taking the clock down would be my choice. my heart pleads not to make decisions it tells me to reflect upon my visions “what you see will be what you feel” “then you will know what’s false or real” time is now, the future has more time so much to do I am getting behind where time goes my mind gets lost I can’t be foolish at all cost. If I am late I will be docked so I really do need to watch the clock it’s a matter of time on my hands I need to make better plans. If time runs out and I’m late my mind will take over and express hate if I don’t listen to my heart this senseless poem will come apart