No-Sword

Never fail,
One of a kind.
The life-long story
Of the Unfettered Mind.

The sweet taste of death
Occupying my head;
Mind and body as one,
And all thoughts are dead.

My spirit is true;
Razor sharp, as a sword,
But my body flows
In obedient accord.

A sentient being;
Mind, body and soul,
Like a ball in the current,
And my actions just roll.

I feel nothing,
Whilst in touch with all.
Take on anything;
My future calls.