Just like fire

A short poem about mind!

Mind is a friend,
Sometimes it pines to end!
Our prime heart's desire;
It makes us burn,
Just like fire.

Mind is an enemy,
It can destroy our treasury!
That we preciously hire;
And makes us burn,
Just like fire.

Mind is the source,
Of that illusory horse!
That is especially meant to run,
And hanker for any desire;
That makes us burn,
Just like fire.