My idle mind

An idle mind, the devil's workshop,
It called upon me this once:
I tried to run, tried to take cover,
But in his entrancing words I was stuck.

The seeming tranquility,
The bellowing silences,
The frost-like fire,
Made me shiver.

Indeed, this was the chosen path that I
Had willingly started walking down on.
But what I had left behind-
A blur, a ghost of the past, haunted me.

Something was strange,
The smell was odd,
I shut my eyes,
Closed them to what I was to see.

The idle mind reached its highest peak,
A peak I could never reach before.
Progressing with each little step,
The workshop moulded me.

I wanted to see,
I wanted to be,
The passionless rouses
Of emotions unfelt.

I now stand alone at the end of the road.
I look back only to be where I started off,
I was stuck in the moment that had started a moment ago,
I was truly free.