Conventional wisdom states
That a heart beating is a heart alive
But some hearts beat solemnly
And drag along solemn shoes with tired feet
Although this heart may pulse it does not know where it's going
The feet not a clue it's objective
And shoes that feel no purpose
Perhaps I am a hopeless optimist
Or if you are a pessimist, I am one too
Well my eyes see no living heart
Just the steady drum
That drives the undead