Mood Swing Poem by Farah Taskin

The mind works in strange ways
The mind is a fathomless ocean with ebbs and flows
An unanchored ship, swaying to the the rhythm of unseen currents
The mind is a quiet, unending firmament within- untethered, unreachable and infinitely deep
The mood sometimes mirrors the
autumn, or the rainy season
An internal landscape where the winds change direction on their own, turning quiet valley into wild tundras
Moods change so fast, sometimes bright sunlight shines, and sometimes there are just downpours

The hues of the mind constantly change just like nature does
A kaleidoscope of thoughts, where every turn of the wrist reshapes the world entirely
On this journey of life, I can't untangle the spark in my own mind
My mood swings like a swinging pendulum
It has its ups and downs
Despite being so closed to the body, the mind remains as mysterious as an astral entity