I can't put my feelings into words,
I always can
Pour it into the ink.
Is it because I'm happy?
But I'm
not,
After all,
I never am.
In the pit of my stomach nothing, yet everything, is wrong.
But I cannot plan a way out,
For my head is far away.
You need a stomach, don't you?
Something to nourish you,
Be happy for you,
Feel with you?
But I can't help thinking of my head.
Something I don't use often.
But when I do,
The effect is miraculous.
Together, we can do anything.
I love the feeling of victory.
I love knowing that my head got me there.
So it's this war,
Between my stomach and my head,
Over my heart.