'My Mind has Hands' by Martin Day
A tearful girl, a word of calm,
An awful secret, a comforting arm.
A burden shared, a problem solved,
But are you getting too involved.
Strip my motives to the bone
And there a straying thought disown.
Hand to hand in the combat zone,
'Cause my mind has hands of it's own.
Imagination, a breading ground.
From nurtured ideas, desires abound.
You can't indulge them and hide them away.
The thoughts of your heart, your actions betray...
...they betray.© M Day May-1988