"Follow your heart," they say,
drawing a map in their mind of the path
they think you should take.
I think this is bad advice;
if my heart is as lost as my mind, then I'm surely ******.
Walking in the dark is always a mistake.
Maybe I can find my own way.
But all I've got is a single match and a thousand dry trees.
If roots are thirsty mouths, then where is the voice?
The silence does not put me at ease.