When mysteries
Are your certainty
And your mind is
Asking, "dance with me"

And you cannot refuse,
For your mind is a bomb impossible to defuse
Ready to blow, at any time
Structured off of rhythm, routine and rhyme.

Whilst thoughts may be logical
Emotions are not practical
And confusion results from
Your bone-encased bomb

I'm still trying to decipher
My emotions, but why even bother?
As long as I am true to heart
The Mystery of the Mind will never tear me apart.