The mind
Trapped in dramatic illusions
Lost in the realm of notions
Catapulted to a world of fancy indulgence
The mind in its own is a globe
Porous and wide in scope.
The creepy events that betide within
Hidden by walls unseen
The site of embellished desires
Decorated by dribs of nefariousness
That thrives in solitude.
If one could see the mind of another
Or the intents of a neighbor
Rather than hoaxed expositions
A shield for perpetrations.
Who can discern
The unscrupulous form of the mind
But the proprietor.
So I think not upon utterances
But wonder I deliberately
Upon the man that lies within
The mind.
Written by: Miss Joy Ngofaa
Model: Miss Nimi Ngiangia
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