Analysis of Thought

Within the embodiment of flesh and blood, dwells a mystery, a marvel.
With life's breath, its journey is set.
A travel that rolls with life, and ends in death.
Fueled by the brain, it sits on the receptacle of the mind.
Peering through the windows of the eyes, using all the senses alike, its manifestation is alive.
Thought, a marvel, a mystery, the master's master.

Unknown to the body in whose domain it rides,
Unpredictable is the king darkness behold.
Flickering like a candle, moments of doubts are cast.  Traversing the world like the wind unseen, fantasies, desires, hopes, aspirations, its fathomless craves.          A dictator in silence, and every cell a subject to its call. Unopposed, only death will be its call.                            A servitor of God, a saint not and surely the devil's advocate.                                                                             Roaming around master's sleep, scenes it brings in dreams to keep.                                                                  Mirroring images of the unseen, tears and joys are that to be.                                                                          What a wonder, the invisible presence, the necessity, that which rules from within.