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A poem about living life using one's mind instead of one's heart. |
| Growing tired of our daily existence, To the point of giving up All hope of a better life, We might come to terms with Our unique and treasured place In this huge, glorious, and loving world we live in. For our place on earth was crafted, Engineered, and designed by our gifts, talents, And unmistakable pursuit Of perfection, or near-perfection, Not our jubilant and ever-flowing emotions. Perhaps instead of questioning our predicaments And enduring the same, familiar Broken-heartedness we’ve felt for so long, The time has come to follow our heads, Looking at a future of possibilities And facing the need to be driven By outstanding goals. A life guided by one’s heart Can only lead to one burying One’s head with regret… |