Only the Soul Within

The weakening circles of the wearing mind

That spins in old and worn familiar grooves,

Nothing it can know or truly find,

A chess-pawn with its fixed and formal moves.

Nothing can desire's will achieve,

Its turbulence unable to retain

The higher truth it cannot yet perceive,

Singing still the vital-life's refrain.

Body too is helpless in the flow

And drifts down slowly towards entropy,

Only the soul within can truly know

The present, past, and future that will be.