Rawries

Where has my mind gone to, staying out latest of hours the rebellion has taken hold of the leash. I throw my fist to the wall stopping in time to know it isn’t worth it. It never is or it never seems to be. Where will I find peace in this life and when will my mind be in my possession again. Since my youth I have felt it grow apart like a mother’s heart urning for her sons return after he has found his own way with the world. I will keep looking for it because my whole being cannot cope with the illusionary temptations this world has to give. It is empty, dust, like the wind which carries it away.