My mind is a futuristic warzone
lots of guns blazing, lots of bone
Love and logic fight here
trying to give me a path through the tears
They care, my psyche cares
but they fight and my mind tears
I ask them daily, "What should I do?"
they always say, "We will watch over you"
But lately, I've asked this
"What can I do? They, I do miss."
And my psyche says nothing at all
and I know I will fall
Love says "Wait for her" and gets in a fight
Logic: "Leave her behind", neither are right
I've tried it both ways
and no one ever stays.
-Chris "CMC" Lubinski