The mind is an illusion.
It's an art. I've wrought it
from clay. But I smashed
it and called it a day.
The mind is an ocean
It stretches on for miles
The brain is my boat
But the mind is my ship.
The mind is my lover
It whispers sweet words.
The mind is my enemy
With poison soaked lips.
This is a place
where I lie at night
The mind is my foe
But I won't give up the fight.