This is the first poem I wrote.
The facts in my head, the specifics of my mind
The strength in my heart, the sublime in what I feel
Trying to mix water and oil will never turn right
Trying to match my heart and mind seems no easier task.
Enjoy the strength of a note, appreciate the power of a word
Analyzing beauty in numbers, designing perfection and art.
Discovering magic in someone else's mind
When I was taught cold efficiency, always precise.
How can I mix oil and water, How can I match mind and heart
Rules that always have a logic, notes of passion and desire
Seems so far one of each other, being so close, just inside
Me says think, myself needs art, both create, neither mind.
Crazy mind needs definition, tired heart just needs some peace
Mind and heart both need some freedom, me and myself is all I need.
There is a logical conclusion, but i guess there is something more
Definition I am looking, and freedom is what I found.
Overcoming many battles, gave me strength but never peace
Following rules and instructions, undefined the way I feel.
It is me, it's just myself, nothing more and nothing else
I am starting to believe, at the end It's just the same.
SDIH (2002)
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