Mud

The heart leads us down a crooked road

It seems more a muddy path sometimes

Twisting and turning

Slogging through the moist ground

Our emotions rapidly sink

In the mud and the mire

Our mind may yearn to see the sun

But our heart keeps us in the muck

Our heart burns for things unseen

The mind tries to temper what the heart wants

But the heart, in the end, always seems to win

Almost like a fate that we should permit

But the fight between our senses continues on

We know that is a futile battle

We may find peace one day

Way down at the end of that crooked road.