Human Mind | All Yours to Find

the dunes of fear

High under the breeze

Lungs besmear

Under the moment’s freeze

 

The wind of time goes on

Swinging the traveler being forlorn

 

And he too. walks somehow, option less

Because, he believes, that is the road to success

 

Falling and rising and yet unwavered

Perhaps with faith, hard work is favored

 

Lands of mind

Fertile to find

 

All for him to discover

All for body to shover

 

Scales of black

Now, clear under sun

All to get what little he lack

All bad to overcome

 

Yet, when he laughs

Split, into two halves

Somewhere he craves for same

But that’s the cost of fame

 

Fertile is the human brain

Awaits a thoughtful, pious rain

Once begun, the same is a sea

Because we are under a chain waiting to be free

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