Theorist's Lament

[Verse]
Every time I've had these thoughts here
Conclusions gone to disappear
Where is my intellectual peer
Structure of the mind, binary clear
I could not deduce

That this
Would produce

Affection of the want, my physical need
Metaphor then, my heart does bleed
Condition of the mind left behind
To return when I hit rewind
I could not explain

Rational
Insane

Post-modern thoughts, of what's love's end
Meaningless tact of a bottomless end
As much as I hear, I'll never know or understand
What my heart feels

No body of intellectual thought has sought or advanced or need or agreed ona principle so simple as
The heart

Does
What it wants