Of the mind, its everything within, none explored
Nothing is real so far as the mind can tell
Without our pain without our love without perception.
Predictions therefore are easy to see.
Predilections they be passing vanities.
The wonders of the mind, am I all that difficult to understand?
Do enigmas exist and are they unknowable?
Within the mind giants roam untouched
But in reality they are specks of dust.
Yet within the mind and without
Despair builds its passions all around.