Mind

Mind, its like a butterfly
Rarely does it settle.
And always keeps on the fly.

Unlike a butterfly bound by limits,
Mind is something
Which conquers even the highest summit.

And yet, at times the mind
Can be so desolated
That it may be the saddest thing you find.

It can whoop aloud with elation
But then seconds later,
It can go deep down with depression.

The path it takes is unique to each one.
It can be straight or curved
Guessing which, is possible by none.

Mind, its like a butterfly

Rarely does it settle.

And always keeps on the fly.