Thoughts cannot be wished away, they are enticing
Lithe as a dancer, never tiring, whose moves melt
Into one another, there is a smooth waltz before our eyes
It should be a confusing picture, that overlay of thoughts
Where to look? We struggle to see, beauty is sadly missed
The scenery passes by at the speed of time
Changeless feining change, has easily succeeded
Our stodgy will, unable to chose, settles on the lesser
Between enchanting thoughts and the real beauty
Surrounding the mind, both have no physical boundaries
When the eyes are given a long rest, whether lithe or stodgy
Thoughts leave the stage, the room opens, we are no more fooled
