your thought, my words

on the cracked up road,
or the river of hope,
or maybe just sitting at home,
the line blurred,
and my mental process was proven incorrect,
in all the fountains of logic,
and the spigots spewing out the holy water,
sometimes the epicenter of the heart can't understand the thinking of the brain,
but i learned vice verse is also just as true,
i'm searching just like everybody else,
i'm gonna be wrong,
probably more often than not