The Essence Called Mind

Walking the wire, pacing the storm
I´ve come so close to where i belong
Building the pillars, enclosing a realm to myself.

Fuel to the fire, setting my dawn
Flashes and concepts are growing too strong
Bursting and bouncing, i rest an inner reliance.

Sounds inside my head, a brick to the wall
Spinning through my head, a wider horizon waits
Hanging by a thread, a string to a web framing, forming on and on.

One spark creating entire worlds
Eons are waiting in the silence
A new dimension, self-architect
Beyond invention, my own presence, my own essence - mind.

Neurons and networks, possible paths
Crystalline pieces like shattering glass
Built on the verge of desire, the will turns to being.

Sounds inside my head, a brick to the wall
Spinning through my head, a wider horizon waits
Hanging by a thread, a string to a web
Framing, forming one by one.

A dream that is growing, a view yet unseen
In between a picture, the hook for a scene
The gathering of all, a rise from a fall
The empathy of sadness, the shelter of all we call home.

One spark creating entire worlds
Eons are waiting in the silence
A new dimension, self-architect, beyond invention
My own presence, my own substance
My own essence mind.