Wrote it back on Jan 19, 2010.
That, sir, is where the confusion starts
When my head refuses to hear out my heart
And experience takes over the glimpse of hope
The winds say yes, while the weatherman says, Nope.
That dear sir, is my biggest fear till date
To love so much that I begin to hate
Someday I shall balance the two alright
Till then get torn in this darned fight
That, dear friend is why I stopped so long
My lips refused to burst into song
My hands wouldn't hold a pen steady
The soul was alight, but the brain wasn't ready
That also, is where the dreams now clash
And thoughts are nothing more than a brilliant flash
I'll wait for the minute to pass once more,
And laugh at the hopes my heart let soar.