The Mind, Oh the Mind

And so it begins, the beginning of the end

The wrinkled end of a loose thread

The succumbed situation of vain accomplishments

Sicken, taken, tears ridden, not considered

Pale thinking, failed Willings, crooked remembrance

For if we knew our root, perhaps the tree would be strong enough

If we knew our fuse, perhaps our flame of light would never go off

Curses, curses, all of the world reeks of it

Blind, eyes, yet no sight...what can you make of it

Have you seen a psycho play the drum?

He plays based on reasoning

The mind, Oh the mind, if only we knew its capabilities

The nature of man isn't based on his accomplishments

Maybe so, but what about the hurdles jumped?

Do they play a vital role in greatness domination?

What are you defined by, your looks?

Or perhaps your stature, maybe even your size?

But does a pencil write on any book?

As long as the user knows its use

The garden of thoughts needs harvesting

Till the weeds, save the crop

Eat when hungry, throw away when spoilt

As the sun rise and set so does man's sense waiver

A woman, a child, a pygmy, a dwarf

A man, a giant, a bat, devoured

What if the "what" becomes the "why"

"Why" separate the ordinary from the extraordinary

But the quest of knowledge comes with stuffed ego

Faith it seems doesn't play a role anymore

Questions shouldn't be asked anymore

The more you ask the more questions

The more questions, the more confusion

And the more you realize that all these while

You know nothing, maybe just your name

But even your name speaks so much

That the body needs a soul, named to survive

Chances are a lot would strive to succeed

A lot would smile to success

But man is a creature of insatiable hunger

Are the worms eating the walls up?

Don't blame the mind when it's psychologically impaired