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.