Expressions of a poor man

Fire and Ice

Dreams, dreams come straight from the heart,

But sometimes they're confusing, at the start.

I'm going to tell you a story,

A dream I had,

If you don't like it, I'm sorry,

But I'll tell you, it's not bad.

I had a choice,

Between Fire and Ice,

I swear it's true,

Part of my heart chose,

And the other chose, too.

They warred inside my head,

Hours on end,

Til I woke up in my bed,

Unable to comprehend.

Unfortunately for me,

I didn't see the choice,

So I'm stuck wondering:

'Which will hear my voice?'

Innocent and sweet,

She's funny and kind,

And light on her feet,

And easy on the mind.

She doesn't push you too hard,

She still encourages,

But is she the Muse to my Bard?

Because the other option is different,

As is everyone,

She's beautiful and distant,

And interesting and fun.

My feelings are at war,

My heart is oh so torn,

I can't decide between them,

Icy cold or Fire warm.

But neither of them like me,

As far as I'm aware,

But in the future I see,

A future I can share.

With Fire or with Ice,

I wish I lived twice,

For each is a roll on the dice,

But neither of them want me,

When I look into their eyes,

Not Ice,

Not Fire,

To not try would be wise.

But call me fool,

Or call me a tool,

Because I saw them in my dreams,

And my dreams tell me choose,

But whether Fire,

Or whether Ice,

Even though it is what I desire,

I know I cannot live twice.

So I must choose,

Regardless of fear,

So Fire,

So Ice,

Be like Van Gogh,

And lend me your ear.

From what I know,

And what I desire,

I know my heart lies with Fire,

But I can't come to conclusions,

For Ice's patience never ends,

But who would accept me, if not either,

Fiery coal,

Or Icy wind.

Please tell me heart,

Make it simple from the start,

Because I can not pick,

Between Ice on mountain,

Or Fire on wick.

And I have a choice,

I swear that it's true,

Part if my heart chooses,

The other part, too.

But even if I choose,

It's a lost cause,

For Ice won't say yes,

And it'll grip me with Icy claws.

But Fire will also say no,

That is one thing I know.

I don't fit their profile,

And if I ask,

To me, they'll beguile.

So I'll choose Fire,

Or I'll choose Ice,

But no matter what I desire,

I'll never suffice.