Belief and hope, hand in hand, pump through the ventricles
While uncertainty watches jealously, perched on the aorta
Eagerly waiting for a chance to creep back in
And watching for self-doubt to slip back into the blood stream
Attempting to hitch a ride and burrow itself permanently deep within the muscle
My brain wishes to remain silent on
the matter
Though it's refusal to logically
interject seems more like a quiet alliance
Ever the physicist, my heart has formed its own string theory
Ripe with fate and destiny and signs from some universal force
Willingly drunk on mythic romance and tales of interwoven...