Too Much Logic Devours The Heart

Too much logic devours the heart If the mind is too fixed; unyielding In it's deeply bedded belief system Superimposing it's own over calculated sense of righteousness Upon the heart's specialized reservoir; It drags then the blindfolded man around, a stumbling carcass; Insensible as a corpse, being pulled behind a train And once in a while you will find A piece of the flesh, that was snagged As the train flashed by again, on it's ever more purposeful journeys, And a dropp of dried blood remaining Causes you to remember suddenly That it belonged to a once living man, But one tragically taken prisoner By the too tightly wrapped coils, Of his own over-wound mind springs. You will feel then a moment of sadness For that man, purloined beyond all hope; Beyond recovery: even though he started out As just another man like you. Now the train has ground down all his humanity Into a few fleeting sparks on a rail Beneath it's hurtling tons of bulk And, in it's mechanical iron supremacy Can never slow down for anything or anyone again.