In My Mind
In my mind it is so full.
It is never crazy or dull.
In my mind images start to pile.
It is just like stacks of tile.
In my mind each fits the same.
It has spaces that do not make it lame.
In my mind explanation is not a crime.
It is knowledge that full of time.
In my mind reaching out is not bad.
It is my reason to be glad.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2011
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