The mind is a floating leaf,
going along with the wind of belief.
For if you didn't have that,
it would've been fine where it sat.
'Cause leaves float where the mind is set,
to find out their heart's desires, I bet.
For if the leaf goes other places,
other views bring other sages.
On the leaf, a funny little creature,
Ego, my life's greatest caricature.
Stretches the view out of proportion,
twisting the mind's communication.
Art it is, to be friends with Ego,
if it can let go of control you go.
If you let it steer your every pole,
it will surely take you down the rabbit's hole.
Like a disorganized Metropole train station,
my thoughts defy rationalization.
It's hard to single out the right train,
to save your collides lots of pain.
Ego took the wrong train a lot,
losing track of my best shot.
I often wound up at the wrong place,
now I'll recover character in my own pace.
When people put on their best mask,
do shadows lurk in the dark, I ask?
For such a presentation makes you unsure,
whether there will ever be a cure.
Between science and emotions we juggle,
never know what to pick in double.
For the little monster jacks your mind,
and then it's hard to see what you find.
Sometimes a single glance is enough,
and other times arguments will cuff.
I bet if all the people were one person,
they would all see different reason.
Differents reasons bring different views,
and when you beg to differ something cues.
That you are embedded much deeper,
and above the leaf's surface sits your reaper.
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PoésieDear readers, We live in a vastly complicated world fabricated by humans. To me that makes things very confusing and emotional. It's a way of life, a pressure, and stress that I cannot place into my life. My personality doesn't fit within our Wester...
