Literature

Mystic thoughts flow through my mind,
of what was,is and could be-all divine?
How could i have come to be,
is it all a play of divinity?

Whereof I come from, where to I go,
The answers lie beyond this world.
The answers which ,all linked to me,
I know not of, nor how to see.
Would someone guide me, show me through?
Perhaps, the mystic thoughts of my mind would do.
They take me through all unknown paths,
Push me,shove me,pull me apart.
Put me together and lead me on,
To places of oblivion,
Where i belong.
Where my mind is like water, it flows it ebbs,
It fetches and throws, it hurries and spares.
It lingers along the banks of doom,
awaiting a speck of hope renewed.
It passes by thoughts of fear and strife,
that fills the world with all it's might.

It guises itself into silvery nights,
Where fairies and elfs live side by side.
Where music and laughter and joy prevail,
and misfortune and sorrow have no place to gain.

My mystic thoughts often pull me through
This disdainful world I was born into.
A smile to my lips it always brings,
A prayer to my heart it always sings,
"i am what i am, i shouldn't regret,
This life I’ve been given,
Far better than the rest
Happiness and sorrow go hand in hand,
To be able to live with it,
Is what is God's plan."