Mind, a battleground, where wars are waged,
Either shattered dreams, or triumphs engaged.
A delicate thread, that hangs by a fray,
Either snapped by fear, or strengthened by the day.

It conjures demons, like a haunted, darkened stage,
Or crafts empires, like a master's skilled, bold engage.
It loves, or lists requirements, with passionate, fiery might,
And chooses paths, that shape the darkest, or brightest light.

Same pressure, different choices, a divergent, deadly road,
Leading to lives, that unfold like a tragic, or heroic ode.
The mind, a maestro, conducting life's grand, dramatic score,
Either composes symphonies, or cacophonies, forever more.