Science can pluck as many heart-strings
as poetry, and it can break as many too.
Maybe I didn't want your body,
but I wanted to comprehend your laws
and I needed your laws to apply to me--
I need to be explained
No, I can't explain myself to you
I need you to explain me to me
But would it make a difference in your field?
This imbalanced psyche isn't a new technology
I am ancient, the fate of my health is sealed
You must choose
Only two options, etc., etc., etc.,
Doomed to insanity or sanity
After the last glacier melts into ambiguity

will your understanding of me matter?
The fact is, no, it will not.
So don't sit there and examine
the pulse and pull of my heart-strings.