I've never understood why some things appeal me at certain times and at other times they just lose their appeal. What I enjoyed the most moments ago, I detest. I wonder if it's just the mind playing games,or whether it's meant to be that way.
Waves of an ocean, or stillness of a pond,
Which of these does the mind really want?
Fine mist on the skin, or gentle showers
with the scent of rain,
Warmth of the sun, or the soothing shade,
Which to indulge, and which to evade?
Calmness of the dark, or brightness of the day,
Solitude and peace, or joyous friends,
Challenges, should I seek, or an easy way out,
Sometimes this appeals, and sometimes it's that,
Which of these does the mind really want?
A.R.K.
