Answer me this, Harold of Wisdom They say follow your heart, They say listen to it too, But what if you're so separated from your heart, you can't hear it, nor can it move?
The heart beats fine Rhythmic supply of crimson life unhindered Yet it lies inside an invisible cage A vault, if you may Keeping it secure from the outside But silent as well Away from the waves of life But unable to move Time after time, the wall gets tested Grows stronger Until it is so fortified, a king would spend an entire army in its conquering
But what happens when one wishes to unlock this case? Is it rusted together forever? Does it leak the occasional flow of love? Did it contain any to begin with? One tries to undo the wall, brick by brick, But that never does any good. And the wall is so powerful, No act of nature can batter it to its end So anything one says at this stage comes out half-assed, Insincere, Untrustful, Only showing half of one'a heart. One doesn't aim for this, No, not at all. And yet the situation arises again and again.
The bricks of the walls The walls of the hearts The protection The solitation How does one conquer one's own defense?