Do I follow my heart? Do I follow my feet?
Do I stand here until I'm consumed by this heat?
Do I follow my mother? Do I follow my stars?
Do I wait here to find out if true love is ours?
Confused in these thoughts, I go round and round
And in a standoff with these, inside me I'm bound.
I loved you at first, yet you are not mine
Without you I'm dark, wrapped in you I shine.
Is wisdom or passion the course I should take?
I sense either one will bring me heartache.
I try to walk slowly, but I trip on my heart
Which I foolishly gave you right from the start.
I am sad in these thoughts, I bid them, be gone!
Yet they rock me to sleep, they wake me at dawn.
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