In my mind the world plays. It plays joy. It plays sorrow. It plays songs of woe and on and on it goes. In my thoughts are the building blocks of this world. My perception is its conception. I see that, as I see the inside of me. Blazen. Brave, I want to be. I am. I am the mystery that I seek. I am the meek who inherits the earth. I am the one who is worthy of the gold of worth. When I am not caught, in the misconception of deception. Or the deception of misconception. I am free when I do not bind myself. And cast away liberty. It waits for me. I do. There is no reunion. We are one and the same. The ego and the soul. We are one. The individual style wants to be put into style, in preferences and inheritance waiting for pence. It wants to implore more. It wants the outside galore, always wanting selfish things. Selfless beings want nothing, only absence. Peace comes with it. We wrap the gift of ourselves into a bow so tight it takes all our might to unwrap the craft of us. When liberty reigns we find we are the same. The world outside is not for our taking. It is the one of our own making. In our mind we find it all. Let peaceful thoughts come to call. And selfless we become.