Chaotic Serenity

Chaotic serenity,
the mind is a free entity.
The sky rains down upon the,
yet its light helps one see.

The world begs the question
the mind has only suggestion
Unknowns confuse and blind
thoughts erupt like a prisoner once confined

None know the full truth,
nothing really is fool proof.
Yin and yang refuse to coexist,
instead they are at constant rift.

Anxious the eyes open wide,
is that really what is inside?
Or is there some other world,
where the mind and the spirit are curled?

Together the forces of the mind collide.
Neither settles and neither will hide.
Instead like tennis it's back and fourth.
Chaotic serenity, the minds brilliant sport.