Is it my mind?
Or is it must a thought?
I know they are just being kind
But the mind thinks there are lessons to be taught

The bodies a trap
Each moment snatched, each memory caught.
The curves you can follow like a map and the movements which are entwined creating thought.

The body plays games on you sometimes everything is clear, sometimes nothing makes sense.
The juxtaposition between mind and body
Is something we will never forget.