I see 1000 images
telling me how to be

and I push that all aside
and concentrate on me

so many other words
try to keep creep into the soul

that it waters down my spirit
and lessens my control

of trying to let go
a dual right from the start
my mind is constantly trying

to think for my heart

and this is where the reader smiles
and somewhere
inside she knows
that hearts are created wild
and pure as winter snow
and minds, well, they are malleable
and can learn, expand, and break

or is that my heart
trying
to love again
for goodness sake

so, take what you will
as the two intertwine

you taking your path, and me taking mine