Savage

tonight my head is in conference with my heart.  my head is getting tired of the tricks and games that my stupid heart has been playing.  it has graphs and charts that it has layed in front of my heart but my heart isn't having any of it.. it's burning the graphs and making paper airplanes of the charts and it's up on the conference table mocking my head.  and my head is shaking.  hearts are children.  my head has seen this before.  this wild and reckless.. this pitiful and shameless thing.  this dark youth that dominates us.  it always wants more. it's a sad little savage, this greedy heart of mine.  so my head takes it by the hand and puts it to bed early.  lets it cry itself to sleep again.  because that's what hearts need to do to survive.