The Martini of Emotions

Eyes maybe the windows to my soul,

But there is a curtain of smiles

To hide the view of pain inside me.

 

Feet may be the wheels to my goals,

But sometimes I just stand there

Wondering where the finish line is.

 

Arms may reach for the skies,

But they are weighed down by the

Burden of lurking insecurities.

 

Lips may be the passageway to my thoughts,

But it is the ears of silence

That responds to my ramblings.

 

My mind may be a maze of intricate ideas,

But it is the compass of practicality

That guides us through life.

 

The heart may be the rhythm of my life,

But everyday I ask myself

What does it beat for?

 

The martini of emotions makes me delirious,

Stirred but not shaken,

You learn to push on like 007.