[ :: Poem Collection :: ]

The Secrets of the Mind

The mind is a wonderful thing

With loads of wonder it beholds

A ton of thoughts it goes through each day,

And the amount of knowledge it contains

Yet lately there has been something going on,

Something not quite right, a thing that shouldn’t be

I’m not quite sure or why or how

What this thing possibly might be

For I’m seeing anything 

But reality.

Maybe I’m too far gone, or that is my mind telling more lies. 

I can’t see the truth - nor the wrong, 

My mind must’ve been really half gone.

My mind can no longer distinguish 

Between dreams, and fantasies from the world we all call

Harsh reality.