I shiver to see into my mind
That which I think is within
Sometimes, most of the time
I say it to be me, confused
The noises within
Says things to me
I dont want to know
Dont want to be
It puts me to fear when I am happy
It makes me to be courageous
When I should be scared
It says I should not be here when I should
And screams when I am silent
And I am scared now to look within
But I know now one thing
And that I am sure
My mind is not a part of me
Its just memory, a tool
I know not how to use it still
And I have wielded it too freely
And it rolls now, uncontrolled
Like a film projecting a scene
Someone said your mind is your best friend
I say it is my tool
My strength, my gift
I Thank the Almighty for this!
May I be given the knowledge
To wield Thy powers
Through this mind Oh Lord
Thine is this instrument
Steady now, I rest
Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi
Om Tat Sat
