A Poet’s Heart

My mind is an unforgiving wasteland–
a repository of everything I feel.
These emotions remain my eternal truth,
though I know some of them are worth nil.
They exist, because my heart feels them,
though not necessarily supported by reality.
Some of them might be imagined or supposed,
but they’re still very real to me.
So, I navigate these choppy waters
with a ship called Beautiful Dimension
and a compass of basic questions
to help get to the root of intention.
While my method is never fail-proof,
it’s a damn good place to start.
Understanding the mind is a bold endeavor.
Good luck with a poet’s heart.

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