When We

When one is caught, frozen in the net of thoughts,
We tend to see imaginary wind drifts,
and the anchor of doubts that obscure visions,
As the waves of currents flows and drifts, 
memories become untamed delights, and of instinct appetites,
As agency do allow in personal beliefs,
the choices are cast upon the mindʻs griefs,
To what may be, an internal reality that denies the unseen,
As a moment awaken, the cause is a reach of unforsaken.
Then winds lore do proclaim, to what desires of the heart is sustain.