You must NOT follow your heart.
You must not follow your heart.
For if you do
You’re sure to find,
Its madness knows no walls.
Mountains try the pursuit of such,
and down to dust they fall.
Scattered bones, the Sirens call,
no footsteps in the sand.
Trails of crumbs, blown about.
No guide or lending hand.
Do, though, chase along,
but do it not for others’ cause, please son,
or by reason
or for truth.
Take the reigns, and carve your way,
if the chase so howls your name.
Bludgeon the doubt that creeps within,
and find out why you came.
But! If you’re the coward that heeds my bell,
and heavy flows the fear in you, then please my boy:
Start home at once,
By air, by boat or train,
Because your heart wandered lost way long ago,
and your whole pursuit
will be in vain.
Every once in a short while, my ideas just won’t come out in full sentences and proper grammar. When that happens, I tend to write a poem instead.