The Mind

The mind hides, behind eyes

Working to spread its skies

Soaked in desire we try to fly

There isn’t space for wings to dry

The mind seeks us, to complete

It’s promise, to the maker of deceit

Tempted in, we blindly comply

One day, we’ll reveal a regretful sigh

We’ve played into the mind’s hands

Awake or asleep, we’re its best fans

It rides along everywhere we go

Becoming inseparable as we grow

No one says parting isn’t painful

Especially with the mind, it’s faithful

Let it run away to its unknown destiny

Ours is known, in thought-free clarity