My mind is the guide

My mind is the Guide,
Hence down I fall.
Desires and thoughts
Make me a ball.
With me they play
From morn to eve.
Attachment flies
In me; I heave
A sigh in vain.
This truth I know:
If I on Thee
Depend, Thou wilt sow
The seed of Fire
In my blind misery.
Lord, with all
My faults, seize me.