but how can you dare to know your heart?
its secrets, buried deep
its secrets, even from you, does it keep
can you dare to touch your soul?
when all the world is go, go, go
and stillness, even, is overrated
and medication and meditation
and the walls crumbling — every tribe and every nation
who dares approach these gates?
of one’s own soul
who dares to think they can know?
what no one else knows?
is this selfish-inclination?
should I instead try to save the nations’ patients
should I be concerned with external events
outside of my control
or should I go deeper and deeper
into my elusive and fearsome soul
i tell myself it’s sweet
but is it though?
i tell myself it’s soft
but the flames have often scorched the hearth
of better things and better dreams
never is anything what it seems
secrets from the deep
and some secretes serene
secrets from myself does my heart keep
secrets on secrets and deep, sweet sleep
will not cure
this vagabond heart
this harlot who gives
all that it is to all that it is
not
do you dare approach this third rail?
you may find you are in a jail
your heart is locked from you
deeper than you could ever imagine
nothing you can say
no lies you can conjure
can reach far enough
into that fathom
less pit of despair
and you weren’t even aware
you were so damn not
aware
it isn’t fair
is it fair?
who can know their own heart?
i cannot
and you cannot
then it’s all for naught
perhaps it is
then maybe in the meantime
we should all just
shut-up
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