Beware the mind that has nothing to do
The way becomes like a traveller lost in a
Fog
The lines blur
Intentions lurk beneath the murk of
Uncertainty
Desires of the heart run rampant
The mist swallows
Hidden agendas
The twisted path of a game played
When the mind is not held in the strict regime
It slacks off and wanders
To places no one remembers
And discovers things lost
And becomes tangled in a maze
No sure way of getting out
No clear path
Until daybreak
And light pierces the soul
Beams eat up the mist
And the traveller returns to the road
-HC