Inside everything is measured,

Seldom spoken only imagined

By an onlooker so removed.

Those patterns of behavior

Tied to an affliction carry our

Weight wherever we may land.

Inside a mind is a circus of

Balancing acts, a trapeze, a maze.

Each turn of the mind changes

Asking only a simple direction.

Clues may always be costly,

Coaxes the mind to seek in a

Mirror, reflective peace of mind.