The Mind, my perception : The heart, my conscience

I have no idea what to start today lol..ugly poem I might produce...feel desperate..cannot concentrate even while reading....

Let's begin

Come back upon me from the drought of life
It was the hiding-places of my power
Seem open, I approach, and then they close;
I see my glimpses now, when day comes
the month is cold; may hardly see at all
While yet we may, as far as the words can fall,
A life to what I can feel....Yesterday...

The mind, my perception, the heart, my conscience
The mind of man..I need to thrill
On which I dwells....
A thousand times more beautiful than the earth
It is hard to converse
from reality to probability
I glimpse and glimpse
But nothing is what I can feel...now...

My ego that is controlled
Not by my heart and none of my soul
My physical muscle isn't hurt
And the pain of my heart's
Hiddin in my emotional muscle
But obscurity is what I can feel...yesterday...now...tomorrow