It's strange, the way we prioritize
Heart over mind, or mind over heart
Or may be just keep them apart
Choose according to day and clime
Neither wrong, nor right
Permutations, combinations, plain hind sight
Never whole, never complete
Leaving gaps, with crevices replete
Longing for winter sun in rains
Comfort of hearths while speeding down lanes
There's a this or a that
Why not a holistic goal
Of both at the same time
why let life run in straight lines
Mingle and mix, match and mismatch
Create new patterns with bits of patch.
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