M.I.N.D. / Che Nooryohana Zulkifli

In the tapestry of time, both bright and stark,
Guided by a mind that weaves through the dark.
Paths of thorns entwine with roses fair,
Moments of flight and times of despair.
Ascending heights and descending lows,
The mind intervenes, perhaps a wise wind that blows.
Bending our course, turning us around,
In its whispers, hidden truths are found.
Faces fleeting, some with worth.
While others leave a lingering dearth.
Our path, our story, we choose to write.
As the day fades, we ponder the mind's insight.