Ask me again where my mind is,
trapped here and now, caught between times
of innocence and devils' calls.

Ask me again where my heart lies,
beating inside this tattered chest
set with the scars that I've earned.

Ask me again how my soul is,
free from my mind and misgivings
of this old heart, broke but mending.

Ask me again and I'll tell you

This mind is whole, strong, and my own,
guarding against my weaknesses.

My heart holds love for those it chooses,
even when they are never near.

This soul dances to it's own voice,
a quiet, slow waltz through this life.