Matters of Mind

Wanders through the head, A palace known yet strange. Home to lots, not much of course Wait for more right this way. Cruel this world seems, of late Lost; I feel, with crowd everywhere. As if a leaf dried, that fell away From tree ofcourse, is still astray. Trace me back from home I came, All traps those are of dime and fame. The mind it seems too bygone, Unkind percieved, I hate it much; Feels quite alright, yet not of own Limited, whence being limitless such All that is known, enough is but, lust Of growing life among the kin. Should search alot these inks. I must; Life is what I need to win. Thoughts of gut, not matter now. I seek, I desire the the apex anyhow. Above that is of all that creeps, That hides beneath, enslaves or weeps. For cantankerous the happenings. All lost no gains or gleam. Thy giveth the hopes of ecstasies, Next blink again there is all grim. To might the pure I speak may now, Fulfill all merry and need. With bright in mind the seeds of love, Hope yet He pays me heed.