An untamed creature
makes my heart its abode
A creature which roars, rolls over and cries,
melts down, rises, then explodes…
Sentiment, they call it,
this separate entity which lives within.
It duels Reason, clawing it like a beast,
and Reason, standing firm and strong,
bears the pain; it shall not give in.
The dichotomy is torment,
the tearing of what must be one.
Hark, ye Sentiment, submit to Reason,
And ye Reason, tame Sentiment
and place him at the highest servant position.
Yet how can they listen
to the voice of a distant spectator.
How odd, how curious my personhood,
that I am not one but three,
and the third with no voice.