Having feelings is an incredible incovenience, really such a bother

How much easier would it be if we never needed to wonder, never needed to cry

Never needed to tell someone that it would all be okay

I suppose it would be a simpler world, with less complexity

Everything would make sense and even if it was all unfathomably boring

At least it would make sense

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If I had the strength to thrust away all my feelings into some

Misbegotten and overly forgotten corner of my heart I wouldn’t do it

But then again maybe that’s just a feeling in and of itself

I imagine that once the they were gone I’d never miss them

And maybe that’s the point of feelings altogether

They more accurately let us know, after all, what we are missing

Than help us find all the joy in what we have and are holding close

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Feelings have no patience for numbers, irrational or otherwise

They do not wait until it is convenient to make themselves known

In fact they are downright impolite and go visiting even if it’s after hours

I’d like it if there was a middle road, if there could be feelings and facts

But something tells me, and perhaps it is yet another pesky feeling doing so,

That I’d have to undo all my good, realistic plans the very next time I…

Felt it was the right thing to do