As really my mind isn't
always at ease,
Frustrations of the day
are often plenty.
But keeping to the love
of my heart, is the beating of peace.

Say if my mouth were
to run dry.
It's words must be lost,
say if my eyes were to turn blind.
There's really nothing good in
this world to see.

As feet tend be overstepping
on matters,
The hands are scheming
against each other.
Our very spirits are the
only pieces left strong in matters.

Even if my nose is
****** from running.
The ear will be constant
to hearing Truths.

So let it always run to Truth.

These pieces of the body
are simply complex
And like man, is the
tools of being ******* into being complex.