mind heart and soul

You think...if only you could control your heart through the proper management of your head, or the way the world treats it; then you could be ruler of your soul. Because sometimes you encounter people whom you belong to, who possess you so completely; that the only thing you hear blaring in your head is the way of your heart. And then you cry, because your soul is yours to keep. Right? Not belonging to anyone, but always giving to everyone. And yet, you can't seem to make that so. No matter how long, how old, how hard you try...because you just can't f--king see.

So you take your head, and you take your heart, and you tear it apart. What else would a control freak do? Inside you see control has written to your head, wild freedom is in the heart. The head keeps on playing a tune of caution, the heart pounds out a hypnotic rhythm of...well, ache. Within the four quadrants...longing, beating, longing, dreaming. It never stops. It can't. Ache, ache, ache, ache.

And when you think you've got it all figured out; when you think your heart has found it's way; someone's head, maybe yours, intervenes...and shuts all hearts down. And you look for answers in your soul, finding turmoil lurks in the innocuous current between heart and head, and your soul drowns.