What Makes Us Tick

What makes your heart go tick? What makes your brain go tick? No, not like a time bomb More like a clock. What keeps those jagged pieces running? Some wires are broke. Some pieces are missing, How is it possible for us to still be functioning? Maybe it’s the roses he bought Maybe it’s the hugs I got Maybe it’s the love they gave Maybe it’s the promises we made Could it be none Or could it be all? Maybe it’s all the thinking we do Maybe it’s stress we get Maybe it’s the words we can’t understand Maybe it’s the drive that pushes us to everything and nothing Could it be none Or could it be all? Is there a right answer Is there a wrong answer So many questions left unanswered Yet we go on with the days, as if we’ve found a response to our hearts content. So the questions remain, What makes the heart and brain go tick? But I know it’s more than what our minds and hearts can comprehend It’s the tears that rained down on rosie cheeks It’s the care and affection they all shared It’s the tears and sorrow that had to be swallowed It’s the flirtatious moments that grew bigger than the redwood trees It’s the carefree life we had, that turned into a tormented dream It’s the wishful thinking It’s the sleepless nights Its uncontrollable laughter It’s the doubting in our minds Most importantly, it’s the memories we shared- the tears, smiles and blood shed a like- that keeps this heart going, and this brain seeking for more; for without sadness, happiness wouldn’t seem so great after all.