A conversation with my mind

From the city of east's oxford, up till the western world of discovery,
my mind hovers in the boundaries of cacophony.
I ask, what do you want?
It says, a world out of logic and creative freedom.
What about the monetary conspiracies? I ask.
I am not bounded with physics of humanity, I want to break free, he adds.
What's the merit of commitments and relations, I aphorise.
Do they prioritise the same as I do? He reciprocates.
I ask, what about the guardians, the dearest ones?
I behold the responsibility, but question their need,
are they materialistic or interest in the happiness of deed? He's quick.
I admit of being blinded with a straight vision,
he asks me to broaden it wide and view the world in cohesion .
I ask, where's the treasure of gaiety and fun?
Is it in having a girlfriend and tun?
He says, having a girlfriend is doubling the cacophony,
and having a tun is a fluttering morality.
Both are comparable to a poison of slow death,
because one hammers my sister, the lever, and the other leads me to death.
Stunned by the answer, and apparent recalling the past,
so what's the real treasure? I ask.
See the wild and live the while,
sit in the sun and run in the sand,
find pleasures in what's in your hand, he replies.
Elaboration is the next, I add.
He went on with his questionnaire,
When did you run, jump and play the last?
When did you unite with peers for the last?
When did you trash your anguish for the last?
When did you help a needed in the past?
The questions you arise, the answers lies in the same.
I was pleased by the solutions which came,
I felt that, fame and name is a game,
everybody desires a victory, but a few remain.
Not all in them look like what we see,
They come in this world and depend on destiny,
They seek higher destinations, materials and money,
but they die in the end from agony.
Satisfied with the answers given by my mind,
I continue my life in a different kind.