heart attack

The heart that knows itself to be

The measure of what‘s true, but plain

But will not wither out in vain

And thus attains eternity

And whether roses red or blue

Evoke a piece of paradise

Is in the eye of symbols seen

And passed along from me to you

I remember everything

Every slur I heard and hurled

And every pain I caused and felt

And all that‘s in between

Writing speeches in the shower

I don‘t think they‘ll be impressed

As my rhetoric deteriorates

I suffer all the stress