I tell him earnestly
To remain still and learn to abstain
Not to jump into the blazing sparks that fly
Or roll into the strangest places wondering why

The Heart
Flippant, fickle and almost frivolous
Leaps, gallops and at times pounds
To let him loose, just this once

I challenge him to endure
To act at all times mature
Instead of the dandelion dust
To chase the dreams that one must

In the grave when I by and by rest
From the corner of my eye
I see him sigh
For he is at last free to fly
To the darkest abyss or even to the summit’s cry

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