To make your own mind just to make it just, it moves not by steady hands but by the whims that push and pull without any hold
To make your own mind just to make it just, it is to fight the currents to seize the wheel to shape would otherwise would rust
To make your own mind just to make it just, what rules the moments when we slip by, even when thoughts are left unshaped and bare…
What moves us forward is it impulse or will, that spark of passion, that sudden leap, and urge that grabs and takes control
What moves us forward is it impulse or will, it’s the decision that forged in fleeting fires that may lead to warmth or it will burn the soul
What moves us forward is it impulse or will, a simple question yet it holds the weight of the mountains vast and still with a choice that dissolves into empty air…
If not the our own reason then what guides us, each habit forms a silent master leading us where we’ve gone before each ways
If not the our own reason then what guides us, that question that always whispers in the dark sometimes ignored by comfort overrides
If not the our own reason then what guides us, we mimic ways as we copy forms that shape our own world…
To the mind of the whole remember your place, to see the world with clearer eyes is like leaving the simplest drift behind
To the mind of the whole remember your place, a tether so strong yet light as the air is like where wisdom grants both weight and grace
To the mind of the whole remember your place, we are no longer puppets, no longer lost but we shape our days as we hold what’s real and we guard what we truly treasure…
Not ruled by whims or habit’s chain even echoes of unthought past
It is impulse, a blind desire that makes minutes fly
The will to shape, to carve to mold with thoughtful hands
A path not given, but one we build like castle of shifting sand
