I soar across the sky

And touch the sun.

Who knew?

I am invisible,

Not even a smudge

On the blueprint of the world.

We cannot measure the mind.

They don't see the ideas,

Brain patterns only technical waves

No understanding of what we are

Who we are, and how.

Every one soars, or sinks and drowns

Suffocating through the mind.

They talk of "mental anguish"

But happiness is "mental" too;

For that's where we taste it.

Only in the mind,

No, we cannot measure the mind.