Streams of consciousness roll down my back

Drifting by my illogical fallacies

Undeterred by the obstacles in its path

A conscious mind makes a move

Changing the pattern of the game

Fierce winds rule my soul

Beating heart take hold

I tremble in the face of the storm

For the rain bares my mind to the world.

A conscious being charges ahead

Rearranging the pawns I’ve laid in waiting

Years leak by like an old pipe forgotten

A whisper in the wind

Conscious mind take flight

Rulers without a crown, but a mind intact