Sometimes I wonder
Will some mysteries be forever hidden
In the places you least expected
Places you will never know of;
The mind is a scary place
Impossible to figure out and
As all my thoughts are interrupted
By a single person
I wonder
Maybe this is a hidden artifact in my mind
That not one person can
Find; the only help is in the nerves
The senses that signal a shift
Morphing the thoughts concealed within the mystery
That is called the mind and
I wonder
If following these signals down the path
Known as infatuation is the right way
Or if the enamoured road that no one sees with
Their own eyes
Overthrows the signals moving at spontaneous speeds
Faster than the mind can think
Or maybe, if there is a way to allow the human eye
To gain just a glimpse of this invisible
Yet euphoric sense that allows us to feel
To see
Would it be possible;
And now as time moves on at the same rate each day
Seconds can feel like minutes and
Then you know, but
I wonder
If this is truth, or just a delusion that
We trick our mind into thinking
Believing
That maybe happiness can be man made
But the mind is a scary place and
Nothing can compare to the senses and
Thoughts that are held inside
Something so powerful, and which
Gives us life and sustains our beings and yet
We know so little
And I wish I could see
But that is not how the mind works
To see, you have to feel
Then you will know, deep within
Your soul
But
I still wonder many things
I am still growing
