You trudged through life
An endless mundane maze,
No elation your way nor strife,
And living ceased to amaze.
You pondered through the dimming light
The cause for things as they were,
Oh! would that I ease your plight
By having this message delivered.
I am none other than your mind
Ready to render unfaltering service.
I have logic analyzed and literature opined
And I can be moulded and chiselled.
A slave to your desire and your will.
Pure devotion makes my manacle.
I am that pulsates with a fire
Only you can start and instil.
Overwhelming despair led you on a vicious cycle,
Watching forlorn as your faculties diminished.
Fate bore the brunt of being fickle,
Existence and nature became accused.
'Twas only your pinnacle you sought to reach,
Being hoi polloi caused you distress.
Oh! would that I had the power of speech,
The following I would have expressed.
You are not a victim of your circumstances
If, from determination you do not waiver,
I will earnestly adopt your every stance,
For I am your faithful follower.
Rejoice! you heard my voice,
You feel your senses enliven,
You realize you have the choice,
I, your mind, am the laboratory for all your ambition.