Discipline

 

 

Our minds are in these bodies

To articulate our thoughts

In physical space

The soul eternal in some place

That can’t be explained

By the best of scientists

And the world is in a constant state of entropy

Life – Living matter – Is a mystery

Are we just robots with better circuitry

Able to be influenced by emotional scars

Our brains bio-computers

Blank tape-recorders

At the beginning of life – Birth

The mind will believe in anything

And take control of your destiny

Childhood memories buried

Adult occurrences too

All of the mysteries of this experience

Are unsolved lending an aura of beauty

To frustration

We will only know the truth when we die

And maybe not even then