A mind
Coiled tight
Waiting for time
A spring of energy
Wound by its own thoughts
Born in our nature
Looks to unwind
In attempts
Failed
A mind
By an irony
Made uncoiled
Touching the sky
Flying in happiness found
Marching ahead
So unshackled
With liberty
Natural
A mind
Perception
Matter of vision
As you think of it
Takes a life of its very own
Coiled, might be
Yet be uncoiled
Whatever
You see
A mind
Becomes
What you play
A magic strange
Taking shape as you sow
If you look within
Or be outward
It is a sleight
Of hand
