Exult! Oh Mind.

To think a  change was brought
Not of the superficial but
Of the entirety of self.
Oh! What a naive thought
Void of any reality within.

This mind ceases not to ponder
Of the slightest of things
To build a castle of conundrum
Oh! Nothing but to torment
Sans any help from the self.

Exult! Oh mind.
Ponder 'bout the dream,
Carry me in your fantasies.
Exult! Oh mind.
Never bring me back to senses
For this world is the jolliest.

The enigma of confusion
Casts vividly on this face
Despair haunts many in vigil.
Oh! To think I've shed away
But to conceal in 'nother demeanour.

Behold as this self slowly
Become the sabatoeur of self
And harken to this tune
As I hum a song of yore
To don the persona of this terror.

Exult! Oh mind.
Ponder 'bout the dream,
Carry me in your fantasies.
Exult! Oh mind.
Never bring me back to senses
For this world is the jolliest.