Hey, I am Mind.

The light is dim, the yellowness fogging the room, this mirror in front, black frame reflecting, zoom.. The mind is sitting and staring into nowhere, everywhere stand questions, answers lying naked, but where? Feet settled, script unsettled, bag open, leaking out is light again, it's unknown.. What is this light? Why is this light? Answers again, lying naked but where? The mind is ruthless, clueless, yet stable, yet crazy.. It sees itself in the mirror, it looks fine, it tries to peep within, FUCK why can't it find? Find answers to questions, find words in a dictionary kept tidy? Question marks cyclone this read, it's the mind that you yourself cannot read, but it's ironic, that it's feeding on itself, decomposing, composing, hey greed.. Glee, choke, misery, apathy, beauty, it sees it all, but the answers for its calmness, are lying naked somewhere, but where? You don't need the perfect mind, nothing is perfect, and it's not meant to be, if it is, answers come easy, is that what you need? This commotion is deeper than the Atlantic down there, but in this lies this one word answer, again lying naked, but it's there.. Content. It's going on, rustling, noisy, clapping, tapping, smiling, but content.. Love, a magical wand, sometimes you need to keep it aside to pull out a strand, where the answers lie naked, as they cling on to the strand, slowly you're pulling it out, and there, here they lie naked, sleeping like an instrumental song.. Let them sleep for now, when they get up, they will talk, and give you back to the world you belong.. The restless mind, the noisy nerves, they're rubbing against each other and creating a tune, of which only the body feels.. Hey, I'm the mind in the mirror, and I'm waiting for the answers to Wake up.. Till then, the yellow light has promised me not to fuse, and told me not to lose..