Mind wanders all around, br It never needs a ground; br Its nature defies control, br It’s used to rock and roll. br br When it finds the fertile ground, br It takes you on merry-go-round; br All impossible looks so possible, br You feel all in life is Rosabelle. br br It is the apple of all discord, br It makes people draw sword; br Into abysmal hell it throws, br You bear barbaric blows. br br Like cowards everyday I die, br And in infernal fire I fry; br And the parting pain we feel, br It deems life a difficult deal. br br I am not mind nor mind me, br Mind plays see-saw with the sea. br Ultimately the heart consoles, br Eternal rest-house is the soul;br br C. P.