The mind is dark
Sitting upon its golden throne

Shimmering in power
It holds within our fate un-shown

It shows us what we want
For what we wish to happen

Even when there's no such chance
Dreaming everything we can imagine

It chooses the path we take
And how we will end up

The fork in the road
Some destined to be corrupt

Intruder thoughts
We can’t ignore

We shut them out
They come back for more

Yet some are blessed
A gift of brilliance

Though looks and likes
Not based on appearance

Yes everyone is different
No two are the same

Yet everyone plays
But no one wins the game

We are born to die
Destined to fall

But you won't get me down
I will always stand tall.