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.