Logic said. <br />I was to follow my head. <br />Not my heart or <br />the whispers <br />of little old witches. <br />My brain said <br />that it had all the facts <br />at disposal. <br />And, that its job was to think. <br /> <br />My heart was more timid, <br />so it accepted that it was <br />to beat only, <br />and to mind its <br />own bloody business. <br /> <br />Yet, at night sometimes, <br />my heart cried, <br />tiny tears of blood, <br />which were real <br />but didn't attract any stares. <br />And my heart realised <br />that its priorities were <br />different from those of the brain. <br />And that there was no one to judge. <br /> <br />So, it turned out <br />as it always does, <br />when the crossroads <br />appear out of nowhere. <br />You choose with your head, <br />laughing about it <br />as you step right into it. <br /> <br />And, across the miles <br />and years of fulfilled expectations, <br />you notice, one night, <br />and it wakes you <br />from your righteous sleep: <br />A rumble. <br />And with ears hardened by pain, <br />ears that stifle a yawn, <br />you listen at last. <br /> <br />And only your heart can tell you <br />if there is still time.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whose-bloody-business/
