'Treasures Of The Heart' or treasures of the head
where is our heart, as we lay our heads to bed?
The hunters read their maps and follow fuzzy lines,
thinking when the treasure's found, it will all be fine.
So quickly the running head can get into the game,
then reaching for the stars and looking for the fame.
The money, the power, the cars and the greed,
the flow of adrenaline and the need for speed.
I've been there, done it, and I'll tell you my friends,
as quick as you can get it, is as quick as it can end.
These treasures some seek for years upon years,
following their dark maps, they descend into tears.
The thing we must treasure and not look beyond,
at the end of the day, how does the heart respond?
The lines on our maps I would like you to see,
are the arteries to the heart inside you and me.
The flow of life pulsing and creating a wealth,
that can't be achieved with monetary health.
When we start to get smarter and follow that flow,
and rethinking with the heart, a new path we go.
Then the true prize of our lives will begin to start.
following our maps, to the "Treasures Of The Heart"
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