Tongue Tied
The heart leaves the tongue, tied
It cannot speak of the mind’s pride
The taste in thoughts is our future
Until it arrives, it is just a rumor
The tongue speaks, for the mind
It tells whether the mind’s refined
Beads of thoughts give it texture
By their softness, joy we can measure
The tongue tastes, morsels of food
Its verdict is often skewed
To the mind’s flighty appetite
The body endures that plight
Placed on a sensory diet
The tongue hardly stays quiet
When the mind can barely keep up
It’s time to ask the heart for backup
