The Conflicts of the Mind
I never get my answer when I count down,
"Love him, love him not." Maybe I can blame it on the flowers. They wither before I get to finish. I can blame it on a bad count. Perhaps I got distracted. Or a flower missing petals, I can add the leaves, too. Maybe they do have the answer. "Love him, love him not." Maybe I can buy flowers for the rest of my life and never find out. I can blame it on how short human life actually is. I can blame it on how there are no more flowers to buy. "Love him, love him not." Maybe I can be the only one that knows the answer but forbid myself to accept.