Poetry Collection.

"Decisions."

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True is it that
Heads and hearts
Envy the moon of
Ivory and the delusions of
Reality. A single streak within the
Rain, and
A droplet in the mist.
The head tries to be logical, but
Icebergs and oceans become an
Oasis of disruption.
Never has the heart tried so hard to
Accept the pain, but the mind is
Laconic, and the soul is an
Icarus. Catch the sun, you say.
Taciturn is the star of
Yesteryear. It is
Obdurate in its positions and
Final in its beliefs. The quest for happiness is
Bagatelle. The laws of the universe are baseless.
Eager are the people
In search of sanity. In search of truth. In search of sense. They are
Naïve. They are desperate.
Galaxies continue to spin. Nebulas are
Ragged and ravishing.
Are they really all that's out there?
They try to find a way, but
It is a cold expanse of darkness.
Of course the heads and the hearts are lost.
No act of coherent babble will provide the core of logic. Then again,
Are the senseless really futile, or are they sensible,
Lest there is no meaning; no logic?

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(January 2021.)

This one was so much fun to write. I love it.
Did you catch the hidden message? ;)

If you give me the chance, I WILL ramble about my thought process behind this poem. It's one of my favorites.