The heart is like a blind man,
He feels around in the dark hoping to find what he's looking for,
He doesn't find it with sight,
He finds it will the feeling he gets when he touches it,
It's almost as if the object tells him yes you've found me,
And what choice does he have but to believe,
Believe because he's never seen the object before,
He can't tell his heart that it's wrong,
But he is wrong and it's not what he's looking for,
He's found a pin Cochin,
While he was looking for an apple,
But the next time around he'll know what a pin Cochin feels like cause he's felt it before,
He won't make that mistake again,
The mind is like a futuristic soldier with X-ray vision goggles,
He isn't fooled by walls,
He knows what he's looking for,
And he will know when he's finds it,
He sees the red of the apple and he won't mistake the pin Cochin this time,
He doesn't have to feel to know the difference,
He doesn't have to feel the pain to know it's not what he wants,
The apple gleams in his eyes,
Yes, he's found what he wants,
And he takes a bite and it's exactly as he imagined it,
How sweet it is to his mouth,
How warm it is to his heart,
But he never looked at the contents of the apple,
He never saw the poison trapped inside and now he's killed them both,
For it's to sweet to resist now,
Maybe he should've just stayed away from the apple.
