My head or my heart
Which will it be
Which takes the lead
And makes choices for me

Do I listen to my heart
Or hand it the wheel
Does it even know the difference
Between what's felt and what's real

Or are feelings indeed real
As real as cold hard facts
They sure feel that way at times
But there's something they lack

Feelings don't require reason
They're really just mine
I've no need to reconcile them
With real life every time

If I can just feel
Divorced from what's real
I can make my own world
Not feeling what others feel

See, this world I create
Based on feelings and nothing more
Is selectively emoted
For my benefit, not yours

I admit it sounds thoughtless
But I justify it, you see
Because, well, I feel it
And that's the end of the story

But reason enters in
And yes, sometimes it ***** life
From my felt-not-thought world
But it cuts like a knife
Through the clutter of my feelings
Though they're heartfelt, it's true
My head must lead on
With my heart in tow, too

It's true, heartless is no way
To live life cold and calculated
But I think headless is unwise
And, I feel, vastly overrated