Mysticism draws me closer
My mind begins to decay
I grab on desperately to activity
Yet I cannot think, am numb
Cold on a warm day
A flower in a storm
Am seeking to escape
Yet I know there is no way
I tried them all, but it comes full circle
In vain I ran too far, only to discover the
Karma of it all,
Some things sting, others bite
Creativity is an escape yet it binds
Madness is an escape
Yet it closes the door to freedom
The mind is an errant force
It speaks not the truth
It gives up too easy
It wants far too much
It trips at unusal times, losing control
Of me, makes me a slave of thought,
It’s strange to be human and have to sit
And think.