The mind is a very powerful tool,
It makes the decisions that make me a fool.
It corrects my mistakes when they are done,
When it makes good choices I shine like the sun.
It controls every movement that I make,
Such as drowning in a big blue lake.
Every stride that I might have to walk,
Like walking into a lake with a sock.
It gives me a feeling of happiness,
Much in the way of doing a good deed.
It gives me a feeling of pain and sadness caused by stress,
That now I feel as though I must confess.
Why did it make me do this horrific thing,
That made the fat lady want to sing?