A Foolish Mind
The halls of my mind a marvel to hold,
the long and the short of stories unfold,
the birth and the death, the young and the old
but who is the master just what is sold?
I see little signs my ego has tacked
as if to each door a ratta tat tat,
my decisions are made leaving me fat
gouged culture grips firm..what the hell is that?
The mouth turns to ears and listening appears
and then there is light that suddenly spears,
darkness retreats and stillness takes place,
whose afraid now.. oh ego two faced.
Heart arrows true, reflections are sure,
once at hall's end and now to the fore,
master no longer, my mind now a tool,
I step from that place, and now play the fool.
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