Mind

The mind is an enigma
Often diabolic, often blissful
Bemused illusions linger silently
Invisible questions have no answers
Yet the mind wonders

Vision is blurred
Speech is curbed by ignorance
Salvation is yet to be revealed
The eyes tell a story of a perplexed world that knows no joy or glory
The lips curve to a compelled smile
To protect or to pretend?
The mind wonders

Love is a constant dilemma
Torn between trust and faith
And the whirlpool remains
Yet to be comprehended
Deception smiles like a crooked soul, with a tainted heart
Yet the cycle continues
Is life for love or for living?
And the mind wonders, still it wonders.