The Mind – An Ultimate Hustler

Emotions – It plays tricks on you,

Lets you think you are controlling It,

While all the while, It controls you.

You feel despair; you want things to better,

And while you’re busy at it, It makes matters worse,

For you cannot do good with filth on your mind,

You believe all the mess around, is others to blame,

While It lets you, do all the wrongs yourself.

You feel betrayed; you want your reprisal,

And while you devise your own rot,

It regales in your effort to con yourself!

For instead of trying to fathom the ‘WHY did he…?!’

You mull over the ‘HOW can I…!?’

You feel jealous; you want to see the other fall,

So while you plot to devour this other,

This demon-of-an-emotion butts right in,

And becomes the reason for all your doom.

For when you start to see others’ feats,

You fail to honor your own triumph.

You agonize; you want your devise to bear fruit,

And when they don’t, you bother,

You get all vexed and upset,

And then, resort to self-doubt and gloom,

For your troubled mind now can’t think straight,

And a troubled mind is best left alone.

Its strange how a thing so meek itself,

Has the power to bring down every mortal,

And yet knowing all these flaws in oneself,

One fails to subdue It in times of trial.

At the end, all there’s left to be said is,

‘You are a master of your actions and a slave of your thoughts,

You are the master of your brain but a slave of your heart…’