"You can’t escape your heart So it’s better to listen To what it has to say" As Paulo Coelho said Unconsciously I guess I’ve always lived by that And now consciously Forever will But what happens When you can’t understand What your heart is saying Words splattered Here and there Your mind tries to piece them together But your heart doesn’t care Instead It screams ‘passions’, ‘Unfulfilled dreams’ Yet your mind screams “You are still young, You have time, Dreams don’t happen instantly How the greatest ones Happen progressively” The bridge Between your head and heart Is not a bridge But an ocean As it seems your eyes are speaking What your heart has been articulating.. ..Is it the Unfathomable Or uncontrollable Fantasies Or dreams Music Or madness Wonders Or curiosities Pain Or scars Exploring Or escaping People Or places Love With its forever prevailing hope For it to come into scope Is it ‘and’ Rather than ‘or’ I don’t think my heart knows anymore.