This Time The Heart Wins Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a choice
between order and disorder
when you enter a room
you just have to choose what door
the mind knows what is good
scaled to what is much better
but it simply cannot decide
about all these alone
the heart is silent but
when it is hurt
it screams the loudest
like an ambulance
speeding its way to the hospital.

who does not want order?
who is the kind of creature that shuns peace?
who in this world does not want to be happy?

it tried to say that it is a decision
a choice
but what choices have i made so far?

where am i? this is not the place
in my mind
the heart is laughing
most of the times it lost
but this time
it is winning.