I walk the line

Between heart and mind,

The heart says: "all is fine,"

The mind says: "don't fall behind."

I edge to the right

And overexcite,

To the left I swing

Nearly fall off the string.

The heart is spontaneous

Pleasing the emotions,

It wants all that's extraneous

Trusting in notions.

One minute its sound

Happiness found,

The next it is raging

A fire unchanging.

The mind has sense

Logic is its lens,

When arguments commence

The brain contends.

It acts on logic

Becomes a workaholic,

But feelings it ignores

Making everything a chore.

They always pull

In opposite ways,

Both a hand full

Most of the days.

The heart I choose

And time I loose,

A task is complete

But then I feel beat.

The heart is conceited

The mind is prim,

The heart makes me heated

The mind makes me grim.

What do I do?

Either way I am blue.

Where is my valiance

To find the balance?