Lamentations of the Mind

If I tire easily, my soul is at unrest.  All these thoughts I cling to:
obey
serve
love
hate
desire
fear
beauty
death
ugliness
joy
sorrow
mountain
sky
rise
sleep
and on and on and on.

All these thoughts trip me up.  Detached from them all, I am only spirit:
walking on clouds
sleeping in space
riding the stars
telling my stories to the moon.

My mind suspended I am free!