There Is a World Too Much Within Us

There is a World too much within Us, Forever in a Mood to follow a Profane Rush. The Mind, Body and the Soul emerge into an endless Fight, Meanwhile the one who suffers the rage, seems to be my Appetite. My Mind is like a River of Thoughts, Searching for an Ocean, before they turn into Knots. For the Soul never agrees to that of Mind, Now the battle has turned into its another Kind. When the Body at the end is Left to Decide, The Mind doesn't like to join the Ride. All of them wants to be set Free, For the Chaos has Arisen between these three. Now as I begin to listen to my Soul, The other two are Satisfied as they reach their Goal.