"The Conflict"

As though I'm on the very edge of the universe itself,

Hoping, thinking, planning each step, lest I should fall,

Here I teeter, to the left, to the right, no choices clear.

My thoughts are clouded with battling viewpoints.

My brain pours out piece after piece of meaningless logic,

Calling me foolish, idiotic, and downright insane.

And, truly, who really knows? It may be correct.

But even if that is true, does it make me wrong?

Conversely, my heart speaks calmly to me,

Telling me this is right, telling me to persevere.

With each rhythmic lub-dub comes another burst of glee,

Echoing through every fiber of my being.

Thus is the eternal struggle within each of us.

Do we do what makes perfect sense and follow our minds?

Or do we do what makes none at all and follow our hearts?

Still, could there be some method to the madness of the heart?

As humans, we see it logical to do that which benefits us, true.

We say the heart is illogical because it speaks without reason.

We fear to act upon it because it can make a wise man a fool.

Perhaps that's why "only fools fall in love…"

However, acts from the heart, truly from the heart,

Can have a profound effect on a person,

They can change him, or her, for the best,

And, therefore, become logical to carry out.

But who am I to speak?

I'm a simple person, who has not scratched the surface of existence,

Simply torn between my brain and my heart,

Longing to hold on to what we have forever,

Knowing that, if nurtured, it could be so much more,

And standing here on the universe's edge.