Moods
Moods are the magnetic compulsions,
Those which compel to conceive a concept
It’s they who give a form to perception
Of what exactly they’re in need of creation.
It’s that embedded force beneath;
The disguised emotions layered on
Which drags; the faculty of imagination
Into the deep core of, thought processing.
While sorrow as the sleeping spirit
Awakes the mind in enticing
The moods, akin; lending the fuel to fire
Sorrow being the subjective notion
Stimulates the mechanism of the morbid
While anguish acts as a counter-bid.
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