Our mind is the most treacherous of 

all and if this was 16th century, I would 

have tried it for treason and sentenced it 

to death by the Guillotine. Because just a 

a minute ago you were on my side. I believed 

we were reading the same chapter of the book 

but now you seem to have turned the ship in the 

opposite direction and disrupting all the calm that 

once settled only a moment ago. Now instead of 

the quiet whispers of encouraging words, you’re 

yelling bitter remarks to my face. 

What a treacherous fellow? Whose loyalty certainly 

doesn’t lie with me but with the passing time as it 

switches between friend and foe, never quite 

satisfied with either role.