The Untamable Mind
The untamable mind Whirls a storm within Confident, it asks, "Why does it have to be seen?" "Shield it and nurture it Let it stay for the time being Lest you want others to see it And mock for simply existing. It need not always fit in It need not be black or white There will be some, dressed in grey Seeping in secretly, with all their might." The heart is but fed up Answering questions of the mind It knows it is all gibberish It will be over, and back to the grind. But the mind does not give up Coaxing the heart to believe The fancies can indeed be real Until we are dead, to the heart's relief!