Soul Vs Logic
All odds seem to be against me.
All people tell me that this is wrong,
But a thousand fools can think a foolish thought,
And it will still be a foolish thought.
My heart’s a battleground.
Logic and reason
Struggle relentlessly against my soul.
Am I blinded by bliss?
Or am I bound by logic?
Do I listen to what others say,
And chance losing my dream.
Or do I go with what I feel,
And chance being marked as a fool.
The answer may seem obvious to those looking in from the outside,
But inside things are much less clear.
I suppose if I am wrong
I will be right back where I started.
Just a little more lost.
It all comes down to one question.
What choice can I live with?
Things become a little more clear.