which should I lend credence?
the song in my head
or the beating of the heart,
for the path to choose
in quest for answers,
the puzzle of life
is just a cryptic jumble,
with no pieces fitting together
I have lost my thread
I cannot find my way back
the grail I seek,
eludes me in this labyrinth
I know the words
they sing in the head,
with stubborn persistence
but the tongue is tied to silence
will the eye behold heaven,
the angel of surreal dreams?
will the hand touch silk,
the warmth of delayed company?
the die is not yet cast
the forecast cannot come forth
the cup is half full,
it leaks equally with every pouring
in the stillness of day,
an expectation shall brew
there will either be a storm,
or a rainbow bathed in a gentle hush
the song in my head
or the beating of the heart,
for the path to choose
in quest for answers,
the puzzle of life
is just a cryptic jumble,
with no pieces fitting together
I have lost my thread
I cannot find my way back
the grail I seek,
eludes me in this labyrinth
I know the words
they sing in the head,
with stubborn persistence
but the tongue is tied to silence
will the eye behold heaven,
the angel of surreal dreams?
will the hand touch silk,
the warmth of delayed company?
the die is not yet cast
the forecast cannot come forth
the cup is half full,
it leaks equally with every pouring
in the stillness of day,
an expectation shall brew
there will either be a storm,
or a rainbow bathed in a gentle hush
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