The flow of mind states

Exhausted,

Exhilarated.

Anxious,

At peace.

The flow of mind states.

Confounding and confusing,

Appearances in consciousness.

They penetrate,

And flood.

Are transient,

Seem endless.

Sometimes feeling,

Pinned like a butterfly,

Encased in glass,

No caterpillian possibility,

For rebirth.

But, of course that is a lie.

Yet another mood state.

For even that beautiful captured creature,

Continues to change,

To degrade,

Into unknown possibilities.

Just as our mind states,

Enigmatic oceans of thought,

Can ceaselessly try drown us.

Sometimes floating,

Sometimes flailing,

We are drops of water,

In an unpredictable sea.

Beings compelled,

To dwell within it.

How magical,

mysterious,

And arduous,

Is our precious human mind.