Mine does not beat like yours
Yours is like walking,
Along the same, straight, lonely path.
Mine is like dancing.
Even when I am sitting still my mind is dancing.
I cant help but sway with it
Until you have to tell me to sit
And shut up
Before you lose the sanity that you keep
In a box under the stairs.
I refuse to look for you there.
You should tape it shut and leave it alone.
To be kept for special occasions.
Like the days when I cant hear.
And you have to be my ears.
But you never listen like I tell you.
Its the best you can do.
Hows that for eloquence?