The Thing That Is My Heart: **--**--**--**--**--**

Smooth and graceful swaying,

Whispers in the dark.

I know not what cometh,

But I feel the hatred in my heart.

 

Does this life have meaning?

It asks me cunningly.

Ever knowing, ever seeing.

It understands the real me.

 

Sometimes it's philosophical,

And explains the world at large.

Other times, it seems uncertain

And unsure about it all.

 

I wish I could be like this thing.

It seems to be so free.

But on the other hand I think,

"Shouldn't I just be me?"

 

It's all too complicated.

I'm much too young for this.

Why should I grow up so soon?

And leave my ignorant bliss.

 

I can't just keep from growing up.

I'll have to do it sometime.

If not now, then later.

But...

 

Smooth and graceful swaying,

Whispers in the dark.

I know now what cometh,

And I have a lightened heart.