Mind Beat
The journeyman on his journey
a walker walking the lonely path
Of thorns and pains
Scribbling his footprint on the sands of time
A compass for the blind
In his solemn thoughts, he speaks aloud to the deaf.
Vivid and clear, yet a puzzle for the wise
Sounds like foolery when wisdom is all it encompasses.
The Tides, Time, and Day all come together as one
Patiently waiting in haste for what's coming.
A tornado, a hurricane; they come in fury
Tearing all, piece by piece
The Sun and the Moon stood still,
Eye witnesses to the devastation.
The mind is in chaos; chaos is the mind.
Alas!
The seer spoke, but no one listened.
He was foolish in his thinking.
Speaking was his folly.
Only oneself can hear the mind's beat.
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