Most pliable muscle, oh weakest one-
trifle not with me.
A heart must be kept in its place.
Like children run amok,
so feelings can wander,
a challenge to rein back in,
but an authoritarian stance
does quite well to maintain
an orderly, disciplined house.
Each morning, the shredding
of silly dreams
will keep the mind planted firm,
the day a vast landscape
to be lost amid distraction,
each night a new cause to forget.
For hearts are not so courageous things
when systematically denied;
one must be staunch and assume control,
for they’re tools we’re given,
not blights to be borne.
And just as the children are kept in line,
a heart must be kept in its place.