The Heart
did you hear it?
listen
no? there it is again, are you deaf?
You know what it is, you’ve always known, you’ve heard it before.
when are you going to wake up? it’s standing right before your eyes, dammit
stop looking; start seeing
sometimes you can hear it in the wind, tilt your head a bit.
Everyone has heard it
you’re nearly there, I believe in you
he is sorry he can’t be here, you know
so many squiggly lines and anxious minds need tending
Anything yet? don’t worry.
feel the beat in the music, the building tension of the scene
but you, you can barely. feel it: you’re just an actor in a play
It’s me that guides you, but only he truly knows you now.
Really though, that’s such a pity
it’s a beautiful sound that you can just sense, there in the back of your mind
awakened occasionally by my work and shear will.
maybe someday soon you’ll hear it properly
Not just some itch you can’t scratch, a hole you can’t fill
but it isn’t something to worry you’re pretty ego over
there’s plenty of things that need your attention.
no need to waste our time thinking on things you can’t change… right?
I will just be here, silently keeping us alive while you throw us around.
sometimes I wonder if you even know I am here
the way you go around dragging me through the shattered glass
you’re so full of your own bright little world you can’t hear my cries.
Nothing I do can force you to hear
are you listening? I am trying to show you something beautiful
some may think it’s dark and deep: I find it unique.
so, back to the beginning we go, you’re smart I know you can find it
Get moving: once you hear it, then we can have a proper talk.
“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say.”
-Paul Coelho, The Alchemist
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