Find the Clouds with Angels
The mind can't make you doubt;
it can only invite you to doubt.
The mind can’t make you worry;
it can only invite you to worry.
The mind can’t make you suffer;
it can only invite you to suffer.
even dark and rainy ones.
We (The Sky) notice their passing
And may focus on any
So why would we ever choose
wretched gray over fluffy white?
Perhaps because we sleep in limbo for many hours of the day
Thereby letting the mind live our life while we slumber
Then, it's free to focus on thoughts We wouldn’t choose
And cause our mouths to say things We wouldn’t say
It’s the master and we’re the servant
Until we grab the reins, we will only get the rains
Wake up soon
Or you may not recognize
Your mind has built for You