The mind knows,
But the heart can’t see
The links between
The art of being.

The masks hide,
To few do we
Confide – we miss
The deeper meanings.

The mind knows,
But the heart can’t see,
Demons unfolding
Within our dreams.

Alone do we walk,
Wastefully, do we use
The words to talk.
Never seeing the beams.

The mind knows
But the heart can’t see,
Days spent in the
Cold, needlessly.

I sit here on top
Of damp ground,
Wondering when
Things will simmer down.

When will the heart
Learn to see?

When will it know
There are others like me?