unknown heart

Wy is it that that which we hold closest is what we know so little about?
We can chart the world-
yet fail to grasp a map of the heart.

No mystery is as challenging,
stimulating emotions so deep,
more daunting than Pandora's Box
the secrets it keeps

As a breeze shifts the sails of a boat
its direction, too changes, as it floats
where lies the rudder or mast
that directs the heart's emotions to change so fast?

why is taking hold the wheel such an unlikely task
when it would steer me to calm waters-
is peace of mind too much to ask?

I can wander the world and rarely get lost
so why can't I know my heart-
why can't I become its boss?