He had a beautiful mind
thought processes of every kind
He could see things objectively
solve problems mathematically
For him life was crystal clear
reason and logic were most dear
He could dream up simulations
place himself in varous situations
Dole out brilliant understandings
and convince all with his findings
His advice seemed pretty authentic
for he was emotionally phobic
With his ability to differentiate
emotional turbulences humans create
People would admire this ability
and also his humour and creativity
But the mind on its own cant sustain
without emotions he felt the strain
hollow and empty in some strange corner
to his beautiful mind it came as a shocker
Little by little he began to conceede
his precious logic for a heartful need
and soon found himself in the same mess
as the peoples problems he wud redress
The mind mocked at his helpless situation
his thoughts swamped in senseless tribulation
The more he tried to process the problems
the deeper he dipped into the doldrums
His mind was no longer all that beautiful
filled with dark thoughts,an argument tool
unable to see clear for it was blind
He had had a beautiful mind
