That mind!

Incorrigible mind, that is
That resides in your soul
It’s sharp, it’s conscious
Yet it longs for what they call love

It senses the world that is beyond,
It sees the lack of order in the perfectionist,
It sees an unending desire to reason
Yet it longs for what they call love.

It overcomes with passion,
The difficulties that the inanimate bestows,
It climbs over pride,
Yet it longs for what they call love

It blends with the environment,
It plays the thief,
It commences the unnatural saga,
Yet it longs for what they call love

I detest that incorrigible mind,
Which can see and cannot,
I detest that incorrigible me,
Which can see and which cannot.