Logic And Reason Poem by Sydney La Roche

Reason and logic are cruel mistresses.
Reality lures me into dangerous lands,
Like a flag for a bull, they wave their red dresses
And entrap me inside these razor-torn hands.

Every emotion is my lover,
For only emotions truly understand me.
These friends are more impulsive than any other.
They lead me away from mundane actualities.

Why does everyone try to classify me?
Why do we need to define anything?
Why can't the carrier bags and the money
and the ATM's and telephones stop trying to ring?

Why am I always the coldest around?
Is it my heart, or do I just need a new coat?
Or maybe I'm starving and poverty-bound,
Because I can't get employment from here down to stoke.

I don't want to follow. I don't want to follow this code.
I want to live forever, so I'm free to walk along my own road.