Living heart.

My heart plays game with me,
it comes and goes as it please.
There's sunshine, there's rain,
It longs to stay in the cave.
It never grew up is what I believe,
choked with blood of self-pity.
Brain tries to manage the scene,
"Whatever happened!" it exclaims.
The beats long to go flat & fly.
It whispers tales of the deep.
It says life is just a trick
distorted image between blinks.
There's a game with no name.
In our heart we all play.
It's there from beginning to end,
better hide before it awakes.