The mind is an illusion.

It's an art. I've wrought it

from clay. But I smashed 

it and called it a day.


The mind is an ocean

It stretches on for miles

The brain is my boat

But the mind is my ship.


The mind is my lover

It whispers sweet words.

The mind is my enemy

With poison soaked lips.


This is a place

where I lie at night

The mind is my foe

But I won't give up the fight.