Think not my Heart
That I would dismiss you on this day
I missed the key for lack of see
My love I send your way

My smile with love your well thought of
I remembered my way today
Thank you for the gentle hand
I'm glad you seem to understand
For I've always been this way

It's my own factual tyranny
An undecided gift or curse but mine
Depending on the course I follow
Can frame my loss of self in real time

It's a habit that's hard to handle
And I can slip into silent mode
For the deeper and heavy it is
Is just farther that the mind will go

There's no stopping what it wants
That's why there's a need for the side of love to see
For I will call what I deem self to just ring hollow
While the mind takes possession and over all control of me

Its a bazaar tale that makes up me
The mind is as male as it can be
It hunts for the meat of the hungers abation
An incessant need unless tempered with the females persuasion

Which is in the house of everyday
But has the need of eyes to look that way
An actual all encompassing reality
Or the mind just drives and I let it be