Reaches for her, and the water turns to red hot... won't be long to be burned, burned again.

It has always been a little rough to be a heart-first individual, and... many times, I just don't cut it. Sometimes my heart gets the best of me.

Other times, though... I don't let it get the best of me. Those are days when I choose to listen to my head, rather than my heart.

Oh, in the situation I am thinking of, I have listened to the heart before. And what it got me? Wasted time. And I've tasted a life wasted... I am never going back to that shit again.

No, sometimes some things that strike deep in are hearts are just like sirens of the deep... sirens that call us, and call us, and call us, only to lead us to our doom, to bring us into cold, freezing waters, raging out of control. We freeze or we drown or our heads get crashed upon the rocks.

Do I want something wild, uncaged, free, untamed? Absolutely. But tempered by time, maturity, and wisdom. It is one thing to be scared, cowardly, never taking the leap of faith. It is another to be brash, reckless, destructive with lust, love, vigor.

No, both of those paths lead to time wasted. Balance. Balance in all things.

Balance. Balance.

Like a mantra, like a river. That is the lesson I come away with when I look into the eyes of the siren.

It is easy to want to reach out. Just remember sometimes the water turns to red hot, and it burns. And the siren calls another sailor to her trap, and to his death.