Virtual Virtue III

When you peek into your mind
What will you find?
It is useless for one to delf
Except for you and yourself.
Its beauty is only confined
Among people of its own kind.

Our mind is as white as snow
To its beauty you will seem a crow.
But even in this whiteness of eternity
Its variety of beauty is infinity.
It allows nothing of our disgust, but is full of our wants.
It is a wild world of beauty, and peace for us it hunts.
Hidden beyond it is a world of fantasy
Although it all seems so hazy.