My heart, a wanderer will never know peace, inertia
It will not give in,  will not remain content, it protests, it dreams
Of things that may not exist
It is mine, and yet it is its own
For I cannot sway it
I envy the gurus, the monks, the shrinks
That can control such a wild wild thing
I reign my heart in, clutch the chains
Begging for submission
Still thinking impractical thoughts
A deep dull ache makes a hollow
Tears well in my eyes
My ribs a cage for sorrow
As I consider all I long for
All I have lost, all I have hoped
All that is right now
What may never be
What has been
In end most saddened by
Just how far my heart always remains
From where I must be

© 2007 C.Nichols