My mind says run, run, run
My heart says go, go, go
My wants say yes
My conscience says no
The mind is dually contemplative
To each it gives fair share
In the end, the mind's eye
Can accomplish nothing but stare
I recoil and try to resist
But you draw me as gravity
Silent and forcefully
Unwittingly...and unknowingly
The only tranquility
Is lack of response to my compulsion
Ere my will would come unraveled
Clearly chaotically unleashed
The wary road is rough to track
Traveling a point of no return
Elation yet fleeting surpasses
Knowledge of how deeply it burns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem