Aug 2017
My body is a chariot
Pulled by five horses
Each day duly proletariat
Surrounded by many forces
The horses are my senses
Tied by the rope of feelings
The driver wears filtered lenses
It's my brain that does the dealings
The rider is my humble soul
Doing its deed each day
The horses alert of the foul
When the driver changes its way*
©sim
Pulled by five horses
Each day duly proletariat
Surrounded by many forces
The horses are my senses
Tied by the rope of feelings
The driver wears filtered lenses
It's my brain that does the dealings
The rider is my humble soul
Doing its deed each day
The horses alert of the foul
When the driver changes its way*
©sim
"My body is a chariot,
Chariot has five senses such that the horses
Horses tied with ropes, these ropes are my feelings
Feelings in the hands of a driver which is my brain
Brain consoles the rider, and this rider is my soul..."
Inspired by a discourse
Chariot has five senses such that the horses
Horses tied with ropes, these ropes are my feelings
Feelings in the hands of a driver which is my brain
Brain consoles the rider, and this rider is my soul..."
Inspired by a discourse
