Choices

my eyes burn my heart a piece of puzzle
that can't find a resting place
from the darkest hours my mind speaks to me
of a past memory or perhaps warning me of a future
i cannot see nor should nothing makes sense
everything seems scattered shattered like this
organ that knew more than i did.who tells who
who is right the mind the heart or when in agreement
does the soul rejoice. nothing stays in place time
desicions move us around as this game of chess will end
in the end check check mate. have i done this
before? whose move? my eyes burn.