That's Life

What an ingenious machine is the body of man, a sight for all to see.

But the mystery of man lies not with the body, but within which we cannot see.

The most important for these, the jobs we must do, not entirely but rather in part

are the mind of the man, controlling his body, and emotions, controlled by his heart.

The mind is his logic and his source of reason and stores all the knowledge he knows;

His heart feels its way through every day, and all his emotion it shows.

It's magnificent when they both work together in whatever life brings his way

so that all that he does in work, deed, or play never a wrong thing he'll say.

But so often the case his signals get crossed when he tries to decide what to do

and often he wishes, the further he goes, the day he could start all anew.

When love gets in the way it blocks his mind's vision and he's forced to feel his way along

He says the wrong things and steps on one's toes and equates life to a sad song.

So stubborn the mind for it knows there's no hope in what the heart has planned

but never will it, in hope to avoid trouble, warn the heart of the problem at hand.

The mind already knows, from many occasions past, that events in which the heart take part

will never work unless there's another willing to save him from a broken heart.

And so is the case for those who have friends, and desire a relationship to start

He knows it won't work, and his mind understands, but his mind just won't tell his heart.

- ScruLuce