Renaissance Of The Mind

My dreams are dull and trodden black,

My heart unbound,

for thieves to sack.

You come protected on iron tracks,

Hidden thoughts revered as tact.

Yet, this wound is open,

from vengeful act.

My past escapes me,

so my mind wanders back,

What first caused this thought to come to pass?

Gold and beauty and vigilant eyes,

Pretty things, all lustful and disguised.

Welcome to the 21st century,

Renaissance of the Mind.