The mind is the master and the body the slave
to the machine. The mind will reign so long as
it's alive. The limbs are its obedient foot soldiers,
the limbs do nothing without instruction.
When the body turns it's simply our mind turning
like a weathervane. If the body had a mind of its own
it wouldn't need a brain, we'd have individual
crawling limbs.
The Mind Is The Master
04 Tuesday Jun 2024
Posted in Just Poetry, Observation, Observational, Poetry, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
Ezekiel Fish 