Heart

"Heart"

A gift to all the world I may not be-
But I'd like to make myself become one.
I cry to see the oblivion of the world
And the worshiping of idols blindly-
Both by eyes and by mind.

I find joy in living, in dreaming, in singing in the rain-
All alone, or surrounded by friends, let alone strangers.
I see depth in the obsidian pupils of those around me
I feel sometimes, but sometimes I feel emotionless-
Lifeless- hopeless- helpless- dead.

But then I talk to friends who remind me what I am
And what I'm not, to see what I have
To tell me why I should care about living-
Or I talk to myself- crazy talk- denial, arguing...
And suddenly I find heart once more-

Heart to dream the dreams that make up my very flesh
Heart to continue the beat of the music in my veins
Heart to stand up for what I know is right
Heart to push away what I know is not right
And heart to believe in myself
And a heart that my friends know me for.

IDOMAD, 2007