The misplaced mind in all its glory,
Thinking wildly, an inconsistent story…
Of love and hate and work and play-
No thought, for too long, chooses to stay.
An open door that all thoughts know,
And so fluidly, in and out they go.
Squeeze and push and pull and prod and run,
The pleasing of thoughts; the mind is never done.
Like a restaurant, the thoughts dine on cerebral power,
Feed on emotion – and all energy devour.
The din of those thoughts does not let the mind sleep,
The merciless thoughts push the mind to weep…
Into a state of constant sorrow, then rescued by joy…
The thoughts and the mind – which is whose toy?