Mind Travel
This is a journey of the mind
That travels through infinity
For all the thoughts left behind
Are needed for the last extremity
Time is like a winding tunnel
A vibrant flexuous underpass
That is elaborately exceptional
For the mind that’ll grasp it
Your inner soul is a passenger
Looking for its purpose
The literate mind surrenders
And knowledge becomes a must
Where is my destination
How far can time reach
There is no specific direction
For only time can teach
This is a continuous journey
With no beginning or end
You seem to travel indefinitely
And never reach the door that is opened
This is the travel of the mind
Though it appears to be far away
And ahead of you at all times
You find yourself understanding each day
This is a tremendous perplexity
For which we try to escape
By hiding parts of our reality
We never find a break
Those who sit and concentrate
Their mind is traveling far
There is a feeling you just can’t wait
To find out where you are
As I write of the mind
I know there’s no completion
This is a test that I find
To be of diversification
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2011
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