The Battle


My heart and mind are in race.
My friend's opinions give chase.
Should I feel or should I think?
I need to choose before I sink.

The desired finish,
will push and punish.
My thoughts and feelings begin to confess,
putting me in a mess.

My heart is on fire,
to choose my desire.
My brain is stressed,
which is the reason to be depressed.

Should I feel?
Should I think?
I need to make my deal.
Oh, how I wish I could be in sync!

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