My Mind

Oh wondrous mind
how complex you are,
to weave my dreams
which seem so real.

I can see
sometimes in color,
which is alluring
or maybe more terrifying.

I can touch
yet not feel,
but remember that
I had felt.

I can walk
I can dance,
I can laugh
I can cry.

But wondrous mind
remember this well,
that I am in control
I hopefully think.