The Mind

Thinking in silence
The silence is getting louder,
Where is he going now?
To the past… to the future
But never the present.

The most powerful and yet
The most vulnerable,
From dawn to dusk
He is always restless,
Reeling from one sensation to another.

Locked in the prison of his senses
Senses he is unable to control,
Is he aware of the breath he takes?
Does he know where his mind is now?
Is he clinging to the happiness of the past?
Or is he drowning in the future of uncertainty?

Man, he is nothing but a mind
A mind so wild he is unable to conquer,
And yet the world he conquers
Man, he shall remain a mystery……