My mind tells me go,
my heart tells me no,
my past wants to stay,
my future says – get away!
my feeling is weary,
my gut has its theory,
‘bout the matter at hand,
that I don’t understand,
with all of these voices,
expressing their choices,
on such simple matters,
oh how I am scattered,
yes I am in pieces,
to find that which pleases,
on this thing how I seethe,
but who am “I” beneath?
a thing with two hands,
an array of demands,
a spirit, some guts,
a brain that’s gone nuts,
a number of souls,
each playing their roles,
perhaps all these things,
no comfort that brings,
with all these complexities,
explains my perplexity,
a simple decision,
destroyed with precision,
caught in my own trap,
think I need a nap.
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