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.