Cartwheeling Mind

(pic of my beautiful appalachian homeland)
My mind it swirls and twirls,
And cartwheels and whirls
Over the hurdles without fail,
Up to the mountains and into the dales
Searching forever for a place to be
Searching deeply inside me
To my mind to my soul
To my spirit within
Not knowing what I’ll find in the end,
But I march ever onward,
Head held high,
Mask tightly wound,
Ready to fly…….
But where will I go?
I have yet to figure that out you know,
But I know I will go to places unlimited,
To areas where no one has visited,
And yes, they’ll call me a freak and a weirdo,
But it matters not for God and I know:
That the mind is the instrument for seeking the Truth
And never can it be withheld from God’s youth,
Which is what we all are,
Mere children among the mighty divine,
Just living our lives and thinking we’re fine,
When in reality we are not so,
For something inside us begins to grow,
Something of which we’re most likely unaware,
But never the less it IS always there,
The ability to choose, right from wrong,
But do not take very long,
For the path is narrow and the hill is steep
Don’t let your feet mislead you and your soul you’ll keep