Hearts untouched

I am torn between two lovers

Both are pure as Angels' hearts

They pull me in opposite directions

Either way I'd smile

One takes away my sanity

The other pours passion into my soul

One drains away my energy

The other soothes my unseen sorrows

Both could not help me, though

To survive in this cruel world

Because both makes me no money

Unless I'm really really good

"Create, if it's the only thing you do," 

one whispers.

"Think of all the damage you're doing!" 

scowls the other.

"Make art. It's what keeps you grounded."

"Make a difference. Do something for planet earth!"

And so I'm sat here writing

succumbing to Creating, just for a minute

Before I go back to reading

And fill my brain with knowledge

If I could only

just step away from it all

And live wherever I wanted

And maybe write a song

We all live in our own pace

And we sometimes end up in the wrong place

But who's to say what's right for us

Until we finally begin to choose

Who's to know how long we have

If we do not take time for ourselves

We might end up with things undone

And words unsung

Gestures unread

Souls unkissed

And hearts untouched by the razor blade