Time Within the Mind

Time Within the Mind

Why dost thou waste so much time in the mind,
Only to yield fruits of little fruition?
To think is but to gamble what opportunity exists for action.
Fret as you may, but no course dost your ponder bare,
And by doing little make a fool of thineself.
Aye, hypocrite am I.
Muse I, ponder I, contemplate I, more than is beneficial.
Too much thought have I devoted unto the name of truth, beauty, and love.
And the desire for such hath driven the mind half out of wits.
But allow me not truth,
And I will deceive my mind into nothingness.
Allow me not beauty,
And will put out mine eyes.
Allow me not love,
And I will die a thousand deaths over living but one without.