Logic, with your reach so flawed and limiting
Prodding and whispering in my brain
Threatening the desire's of the naive heart
With Reasoning so Circumstantial and Mundane.
Logic, sometimes you resemble a mystery
One which alludes me upon seeking
And when the heart ceases too question why
Your Unsolicited Stench rises, Stagnant and Reeking.
Logic.
The antithesis of Imagination. Along with his Cousins, Truth and Practicality. Popping up uninvited at the wrong times. And just like a Samsung Cell phone battery, MIA in the hour of need.
SO ANNOYING.
Just when I was giving up seeking logical answers as to why it ended the way it did.
Just when I was resorting to cocoon myself in the warm embrace of my ever-comforting imagination.
Just when I was starting to make peace with the fading questions and equally blurry answers.
BAM!
Logic, armed with the past, blew up in the face of my reality
And made it it's bitch.
Argh.
