The Mind

Caught by tendrils of the mind that hold you fast
Yearning to fly free where thoughts were safe
Where do you hide, when you're inside?

A heart full of compassion and laughter
A soul full of love and the beauty of eons
A mind full of pain, driven insane.

Captured by a mind that was built by others
To destroy all the potential it saw there
Never to dream, never achieve esteem.

The heart will continue to follow a butterfly
The soul will be carried along a musical note
The mind will cry, the mind will slowly die.

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit