Mind over matter creates and object,
Mind over body makes a mortal subject.
For you go in to test and try out the mind,
You are shocked with the things that one can find.

For what you have in thoughts are created in action,
You watch them embolden your bodily reaction.
For although when you cheat,Your eyes and lips don’t meet.
Its your heart and conscience that skips a guilty beat.

For what you feel in your heart,
From your lying tongue shall never part.
But it is by far whats in your ever changing mind,
That makes you the person who is one of a kind.

For no mind in reality isever consistent,
Nothing by far is non existent.
For what you experience is the sub-conscience talking,
That is when you accuse others lives that they are stalking.

For what you are going through is the bout of guilt,
For the inspid taste for which milk spilt.
You thin of the act within your heart,
But console yourself its perfecting the art.

For its not the act of of one to many,
It is the art of many to one.
That make the emotion all loving and runny,
And makes the whole union all the more fun.

For it is your mind that governs your body,
Not the order or requestgiven by somebody.
You could by far ask for a change request,
But it will not happen at your behest.

For your mind it is but just another conquest,
But you are mindful of the loving change request.
But its your own conscience who is the manager,
To every mortal being including God and Stranger.

For when you supress your Id and Ego,
It will play up in your Super Ego.
It will prick you when you are on the go,
Although you have the arrow on the bow.

I can’t do it will be the claim,
Because you give love a bad name.
But it is by far not the person you see,
It is the feeling of whats’ wrong with me.

It is the awakening of your own guilt,
For you are looking at the seed on silt.
It is crying for the unwarrented milk that spilt,
That lustful act that made your conscience tilt.