The will has a will of its own
How often it gets in destiny's way
And even the most vigilant heart
Has been known to skip a beat
When you walk into the room
We say the mind's made up
As if it were an imaginary thing
And not the restless traveler it seems
Sometimes my soul feels drawn
And quartered by the world
What I want and feel and do
My will on Mars my head
On Venus and oh my heart
Still in love with the earth
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