My bones want to abolish my skin
Let the muscles decay, they say, let us lie at rest.
My brain wants to never think again
Let silence abide, it says, peace and quiet is best
But my heart always wanted me to succeed.
It whispers of thrones and marble tombs,
Crowns and prayers and a world freed.
But the heart is fickle, and can't be trusted a bit
The stomach is wise, give the reigns to it!