The mind is a room...

The mind is a room I guess
Where bubbles of ideas move and press
Shaping little things in one’s own controls
And in layers upon layers as the time rolls!

The mind has the walls I guess
Where issues push to address;
It has no limits unsurpassed
And yet within us heavily massed

The mind has a roof I guess
That blocks the sky for access
But it flies highest at speed of its choice
Evoking a ruthless silence to a pitched voice

The mind has facades I guess
And yet the sight I search is too less;
A door to it is the communication
Built on a hard-rock foundation

The mind is a vast space to function,
Walls are barriers of compulsion;
The roof, a limit capped in hardest times
With facades flowing in rhythmic rhymes!