Sacrificing Reason
By Victor Gonzalez

How does one judge what is right,
if morality has no rational sight.

Decisions are made based on a whim,
never questioning the screams that come from within.

Deep in the mind, lie two demons,
one of passion, and one of reason.

Confronted with a situation all too rare,
he must decide which cross to bare.

He leads with his heart, his mind left aside,
decision are easier if it feels good inside.

Later he finds his decision short sighted,
it’s now too late, what was wrong can’t be righted.

He gave an inch and now they want more,
but how does he know when even is the score.

Irrational the decision in thinking of others,
now behind the eight with all their druthers.

Give more they say, you must change your ways,
but how does one judge with a heart that plays.

A tune of acquiescence, the melody airs,
thinking of oneself is not it declares.

The general consensus is as such,
that your mind can do little, and heart does much.

The end is now open for those who’ll demand,
to keep on giving or deviant is his brand.

They keep on asking ‘cause he can’t say when’,
guilt is their weapon whilst trapped in their den.

Submit to their needs, their plan, the goal,
he opened his heart, since his mind they stole.

For the mind knew when to end it all,
but he dicarded the tool that built the wall,

He now puts others before himself,
his needs now dusty upon the shelf.

Give in he did for that was the way,
for the users of life, an endless prey.

With his last breath on the day that he died,
“I lived for me!”, to himself he lied.