Inside me, my heart beats It sounds and resounds Hammering, pounding Blood pumping in and out The physical side I seem fine I live my life and die This organ grows older Deteriorating slowly However, the heart has a second side The non-material, immortal The sad and happy The uncaring and caring As I age, this heart breaks Then mends, then breaks again Like a violin's strings Playing bittersweet songs Someday, my corporeal heart will stop Pulsing one last time My body, my mind will stop in kind Then from me, my spirit will fly Out of the true heart inside
Everything is open to the winds of chance.