I pace around like my brain’s lost,
Trying to find it, just killing time,
But at what cost?
Without my mind, without any aim,
I’m just getting careless,
But am I to blame?
Feeling crazy, or just stupid,
Hazy now or going faint,
Is this just another dream in lucid?
A lost soul, a silent art
Only sentenced to asylum…
Why do I need a brain,
When I have a good heart?
a.l.c
pouringtruth 
We put up with lots of people with brains but no heart, so your questions speaks to me. The world would probably be better off with those with heart and no brain. 😀
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Feels so true!
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Very lucid, poignant and beautiful! Love it!
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Thank you, kind friend 🙂
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Please read my poem titled “A fated meeting” for more on heart and mind
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The heart of a poem is born in the brain, good hearts bad hearts kind evil or whatever all poems are born in the brain.. I assume you have a good mind by the poem you wrote.
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