The Mind

The mind,
where the ruler is the mentor himself,
holding the key to everything.

The mind, it may be like a prudent artist,
sketching out the one-way path,
though creating junctions and crossroads,
when boredom bites.

The mind,
it may be like an unscrupulous hypnotist,
a devilish delusion,
a taste of malignity hangs in the air,
at the second when darkness prevails.

The mind,
it may be like a surreptitious spy,
unveiling one's hidden character in the dark,
digging up his murky desires,
compiling his wildness dreams.

Decoyed by innocent curiosity,
beguiled by a sinless lure.
Uncertainly extended his hands into the thick illusive mist,
where right and wrong stood a fair chance.

There,
a vague line appeared.
Between
the tiny whisper of reason,
and the ocean of blind consciousness

The choice was authorized.
Again,
plunging into a familiar abyss of déjà vu,
It's the mind's bottomless kingdom,
where flashes of the past conflicted with the present.
It is the maze of deciphering thoughts,
A task to unmask feelings,
A test of truth,
And
the ultimate verification of one's decision.

© Jo@nne

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