no mind over matter

The mind's ability to learn and retain,

Yet blur and forget.

Its power to influence 

Yet its weakness to fall beneath emotions.

Its strength to manipulate,

And its constant fear of being controlled.

And it makes me afraid, afraid, afraid.

Why do I see a rush of colorful imagery

When inspirations,

And you, my dear, yes you,

Fill my mind?

But then, years later,

Much of these memories blur.

They disappear. 

Why must something so good disappear?