The mind, a well-shaped outline

Within which thoughts can shine

It’s boundaries we cross

Chasing temptations that lie across

The outline of the invisible bubble

Holds thoughts that rise or crumble

We decide its shape and health

It can be a source of great wealth

The mind puts forth an outline

Asking us to agree and align

We’ve signed, very early on

The agreement can be withdrawn

The mind, it’s just an outline

We make it the shrine

That bubble’s destined to burst

We escape, through a different thirst