My heart insists on paths the mind forbids,
It leaps where caution bids me slow my pace;
Desire sings sweetly though wisdom forbids,
And reason trembles at the bold embrace.
To follow thought is safe, yet cold and small,
To heed the heart is perilous, untried;
Each step must risk, must rise or else may fall,
For truth lies split where feeling and thought collide.
Yet sometimes choice is not a single way,
But finding balance, tethered yet set free;
To let the mind discern, the heart obey,
And weave their threads to form what ought to be.
O tender strife where soul and reason meet,
There lies the path where love and life are sweet.
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