Patrick Tan

In the man lives the heart
The wellspring of the thoughts of the heart
I wouldn't know how else to call it
Feelings but in a valid sense
for feelings are devious things
Concepts that blur the mind

I am baffled by its schemes
For it pounces at a time unfortune
On a time of false certainty it makes its kill
As past once thought dead rises from the grave
Now alive and burning
as tempered as a bull raging wild

A pinch of confusion sent to taunt the mind of the man
He asks "What is this?"
A desire to take what is taken from him
Perhaps the veil that once blinded his eyes
has been removed to see what I did not see before
All it took was another heart to whisper subtly

[Work in progress]