I look at you and think and dream,
I smile, a safe distance away,
I hide my inner self from you,
not knowing what to say.

My heart, it thinks I love you,
My head is not so sure,
For this common dual dimentia
I believe there is no cure.

My heart beats when you wander near,
With joy at your proximity,
It pulses faster when you happen
To turn and speak to me.

Yet when I am alone and think
My head is strong once more,
It tells me that I am a fool,
And foolish, then, I slam love's door.

I rage and rale against my heart,
For the poor councel which it offered me,
For it said that I should state my case,
And bare my soul to thee.

My head, it gave more sound advice,
It bid me save myself from shame,
To lock my found'ring heart up tight,
And never give it ear again.

And so you see me sitting here,
Playing a chill and distant game,
I smile and posture, nonchalant,
Hoping that you see no change.

03/17/2002

Posted on 03/17/2002
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