how many open door ways to the mind, i wonder
how many windows are there to find hidden under
always gazing at the works of divine
some higher mind must of designed such utter perfection
each piece of the fractal the same as the whole projection
thoughts keep us guessing
always reflecting
looking deeper out inside
unfolding the layers
reaching furthur for the light
i pause my wonder to take in the sights
and my minds eye gapes
seeing the spiral i await the coming trials
an reflect on those that passed
no pain lasts only love
with its wings i soar above misery and dismay
despair can not reach me no more today
i choose which thoughts win or lose the fight for my mind
though all of my searching, its still myself that i find
my choice to run or hide
my reason to stand still
my thoughts think for something
my faith withholds my will