Conjure your best scowl, wear it on the ferry
Dream of listless days when souls should be less weary
An undaunted passenger on a ride to who knows where
Destiny likes to tease, she’ll take you up on every dare
What you think you know becomes a simple mirage
And the entrance to your heart a Styrofoam façade
Little does the mind trust that beating fool
Before it follows suit and lets you break every rule
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sheilapierson 
Strange how the heart has veto rights over the mind.
So very true…