My mind sees with a million eyes
A million thoughts occupy its fickle guile
It wanders on thousand legs
Staying still is a challenge I have to face
The light falls on my mind mighty bright
But the scoundrel becomes a sieve,
Scattering it on hundred different sights
It’s a friend or a foe or just a tease
It has unleashed on me thousands of bees
I lived most of my life not aware of this grand game
But now I tread carefully counting my chips as I have a beast to tame
Now I shall be the Lord and It becomes my servant
It works for my freedom from itself like a keen combatant
life from thought to thought 