Mind over Matter

My brain is such a chaotic place

It lives within a storm

It causes sound and touch and taste,

and is kept, by blood, warm.

This organ rules my every move.

It makes my world go round,

It forces me to live, improve,

and keeps me on the ground.

But here I use a higher force.

It is separate from the brain.

It isn't found in matters course,

and has no mental strain

No. Here I use my basic mind

It runs on just the soul

no heart or skull or even spine

can have the same control.

I am a puppet. Hanging on my strings.

The mind uses me to spread it’s wings.